[Verse 1] Top say, "Fuck these niggas all in the industry" Bitch-ass niggas be cliquin' up and thinkin' they gon' finish me Bitch, I take these millions to get at you, it ain't no gettin' at me Bitch, I send them hitters to hit at you, boy, don't say shit to me Talked to Drake 'cross FaceTime, he wasn't feelin' me Told me that he fuck with Durk, damn, that shit gettin' to me Told me that he like the shit I'm doin', but can't do shit with me So when we cross our ways, fuck what you say, bitch, you my enemy J a ho, that nigga played it cold like he was gon' do a feature So I texted his line a muscle sign, I swear it's gon' be nice to meet you Pussy niggas tryna close the door Bitch, you ain't heard? Back from Baton Rouge to that 'Nolia, we cutthroat And we hate hoes And bitch, I'm soldiered down Might play you close, but don't fuck around I just tried to pull that act off with them boys out that Atlanta town, hold on Tats all on my sleeve, at night, can't sleep, I barely eat, grew up in streets Bitch, you ain't never had to kill at just sixteen You don't compare to me and never ever up in life, we couldn't compete You wanna jump in beef and none of y'all wanna bang it out with YB We kill security first and then you get your head bust inside the street We probably burn a shirt, across it, it'll be your face across that tee
[Chorus] Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me Yeah, tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on, gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me" At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain't stainin' me I say, oh, I just wanna get 'em gone And I know when the rain pour, it could be me or either of them that's gone
[Verse 2] So I'm ready, nigga, with these millions, gettin' at you bitch niggas You don't deserve it anyway, you ain't out that dirty anyway, so fuck you, nigga Tryna bring me pain, I ain't do no ho shit in this game Like I ain't a man, nigga, what the fuck y'all niggas sayin'? Like I don't bust brains Play with me, Lil Yachty mad about JT, faggot Bitch, play with me, half of y'all ain't got more money than me, bitch, I've been stackin' I done did more time than more time you niggas spent inside the trenches Ever had a nigga beat your mama and now that you're older, time to kill 'em? Or put your dirty clothes inside the pillowcase? You pussy nigga Singers puttin' tattoos across they face, fuck wrong with these niggas? Usin' hood niggas for to grow your face, bitch, I see that, nigga Nigga, you a trick and that's how you know you'll never be known in the trenches Tryna think of somethin' else just for to say, I hate you niggas Nigga, bring your bold ass to Salt Lake, you a gangster, nigga Go ask J. Prince, I'll kill your daddy, bitch, I ain't worried, nigga I got Stunna with me and, bitch, I got Fee, that's to get money with me That hitter came way from New Orleans, that split him in them apartments So Mr. Rap Boy, shit like that what got me as a target Don't forget it, I paid them young niggas, word 'round, they claimin' they gon' kill me I birthed you young niggas and, bitch, I'm bound to kill an infant
[Chorus] Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me Yeah, tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on, gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me" At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain't stainin' me I say, oh, I just wanna get 'em gone And I know when the rain pour, it could be me or either of them that's goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
