Took some time, I got my shit straight
All alone, I got a big dread
Yeah, let's do it, shout out Lotto, too
You know what I'm sayin'? That's the perfect beat for me to demonstrate on
Let me do it in your motherfuckin' band, girl
Yeah, took some time, I got my shit straight
All alone, but got a big dread
14 songs on the 27th, how the fuck is this a mixtape?
I've been tryin' to vibe to these other rappers' music, baby, but I just can't
I appreciate the ones who held it down for me, fuck the other ones who didn't wait
You know me, I drop my nuts, I never pick them up, I drag them cross the bitch face
Now them niggas gotta see me now
Used to wonder why that nigga always lookin' funny every time he see me, yeah
Caught his girlfriend watchin' Baby on the TV, tried to throw the TV out
I guess Buddy got a anger problem
He found out that I been thinkin' bout you
He must not know that you been hangin' around me
Your sweet as syrup, call your ancient mama
I'ma pay the black church to take you and your girls home so you can take the bottle
Drink that shit until it's over with
I just told the driver, call me when you in the house, say, because I know it's lit
Askin' me, am I gon' be there later?
Uh-uh, baby girl, I'll see you later
Must've thought I was one of them other niggas
The ones before you fuck, you need some paper
Any nigga speak on Baby when he ain't around, tell that nigga he's a hater
Make that bitch-ass nigga understand it
Write it down, go get a sheet of paper
Jonathan, he's such a handsome nigga
He got manners when he speak to ladies
I don't see how we can even hate him
Her man ain't workin', say she need the baby
You been standin' on the business, stayin' in the house
You told your mama, keep the babies
Yeah, them ladies steppin' out tonight
Fuck around and let me pop tonight
Fuck around and you get shot tonight
I'ma leave this bitch sittin' right here
Fuck it, might not even park it right
Ain't the type to go and hide, I'm the type to cook
The nigga tried to start the fight
I can see it in your eyes and the way you lookin'
Nigga, I ain't brought a knife
But you know I brought the banger with me
Pray to God, told him, show me the ones who ain't fuck me
Now nobody hangin' with me
Clutchin' hard and you know I got more than one on me
They gon' need the Navy with me
It's a Sunday, got the fully with me
Give a fuck about how I bully lookin'
I'm the type to turn the bully pussy
Even if he thought he could've with me
Put belt to the ass, the stats been padded
Ain't finna pop it by my old achievements
The end of the month, I'm gettin' back on your ass
Look at you crazy and pull out my gun
Why the fuck would you come here and ask for a pass?
I ain't get my permission since I'm back at school
And I really ain't out because I got the tool
Bounty nigga, I ain't even drop my nuts on these niggas
I was tryin' to be cool
Talk to my brother in heaven
Like the first time I robbed me a nigga
I was tryin' to be you
She tryin' to keep this shit bougie
Won't let me fuck first night
Baby girl tryin' to be cute
She tried to fuck on the next night
I played it bougie
I look like I'm sorry, who you?
I don't think we been acquainted
I'm the one turned out this bitch and they hate it
Ain't have to fuck with them niggas to make it
Knowin' what's up with me, nigga, quit playin'
Somebody go find that nigga Big Tigger
Ditch that rap seat in the motherfuckin' basement
Ditch that, go ahead, nigga, go with your mood
You gon' see that man layin' right there on the pavement
Nigga, you don't know what I know if you know what I seen
Niggas ain't like this, you know what I mean?
These niggas hoes, I'm still fightin' cases
Them people gotta open from 2019
Standin' on business
My nephew look at me like uncle
Them kids ain't got emotion like me
I'm tellin' him that he better not force you to struggle
You watch me do anything, watch how I hustle
You watch me do anything, watch how I love you
And all of your cousins
Look at what matter
All of that other little shit, it look cool
But that shit ain't about nothin'
This be your daddy
You already know your little brother a fool
I'ma show him what's happenin'
Droppin' the mixtape
The end of the month
Should've made it a album
I'm back on they asses, nigga
I'm tellin' you, nigga
How the fuck is this a mixtape?
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