Hoe Shit

Pull some of that bass out, Bruce. I probably should've went to school, I went the Hard way. I remember fuckin' niggas in the hallways. Probably never gonna make it, what they all say. Now walk in Neiman Marcus and I ball, baby. I can't even trust a homie 'cause we all Shady. Steady givin' niggas passes, boy, you Tom Brady. I done made a half a ticket, then It's gone, baby. But a nigga still ballin', Shit beyond crazy. Who gon' be there in the End when it's gone? If you my homie, why you never call my Phone? If we can't do it, I'ma get it On my own. I could drop like thirty thousand, Get you gone. I'm sick of rappin' so I'm Talkin' on my songs. In real life, you just Poppin' on your phone. Internet niggas, Instagram thugs. You was on your couch, I blew Twenty in the club. Real shit, I could turn a good girl to a sex Worker. If a nigga tried to rob me, I'll Attempt I just play the cards I was dealt, Nigga. Tryna play me? Don't play yourself, Say I'm livin' too fast, But I disagree. You don't see this two-liter with A sixth lean? Watch your back, niggas change like The seasons. I'ma up this forty Glock, Give me a reason. Fightin', on some nigga shit. I been gettin' to this money on my grown Shit. I done made myself a bag, I don't Know shit. And why these niggas think they on? They ain't on shit. You rock designer? Boy, I been did that. I been pulled out Twenty thousand, made it all right back. I got this thirty in my pants, that's why I walk like that. I got these VV's in My mouth, that's why I talk like that. I'm on a one-ten, doin' one-tens. I'm at the Ritz with your bitch and I Fuck friends. I just punked nigga's bitch, she ain't Got no chance. I give her real dick, Not romance. Unless the money hit the floor, Watch 'em pick it up. I pull this pistol out my denim, make you Give it up. I'm goin' crazy, pray that I Don't murder nigga. All these niggas is my sons, I get to Burpin' you I don't fuck with you, You don't fuck with me. Let's get into it, One of us gon' have to be deceased. Have your family Instagram with them RIPs. Finna put this nigga face on a OYT. I can't help the dollar signs, boy, that's all I see. They'd rather see me on my back, But I'm on my feet. Ayy, ayy, but I'm On my feet. They'd rather see me on my Back, but I'm on my feet. Fightin', on some nigga shit. I been gettin' to this money on my grown Shit. I done made myself a bag, I don't Know shit. And why these niggas think they on? They ain't on shit. You rock designer? Boy, I been did that. I been pulled out Twenty thousand, made it all right back. I got this thirty in my pants, that's why I walk like that. I got these VV's in My mouth, that's why I talk like that.