(NouryJ)
It is what it is, it's fuck what it was
And if I ever go broke, then, bitch, I'm robbin' the plug
She don't want no square nigga, bae, come fuck with a thug
On phone calls with big homies, they gon' send me they love, on gang
Hey now, say now, Cash App or PayPal
Any sucker nigga speak on me, I'll feed him K rounds
The bogus nigga, hit they back block and leave 'em face down
And when I pop out, I come trim, bitches say wow, uh
I shit talk, got these niggas pissed off
You look good, but got no money, that just made my dick soft
Niggas poppin' hot shit like you won't get peeled off
And when you hit them bad yards, is you really gon' get off?
It's the knock-knock flock, bitch, I need everything you got
Bitch, I got this gun on me, fuck I look like tryna box?
Got a bitch that's out the Annas, got a bitch straight outta Watts
They got me scared to catch a case 'cause niggas talkin' to the cops
And that's for everybody, can't hop in my gang, but never did a homi
Slidin' through your section back to back, swear this shit a hobby
Brodie probably heard I fucked his bitch, now the nigga salty
Before you try to come and join my gang, gotta catch a body
Ask about the kid, bitch, my name ring bells
I two-step up on your block and I ain't leavin' no trail
Your boy a bitch up in the county, he was duckin' his tail
My favorite gun a deuce-deuce 'cause it ain't leavin' no shells
To keep it real, bro, I don't even rap, man, I just talk shit
My bitch leave me, I guarantee that it's her loss, bitch
Ain't check the price tag, I can tell you what this cost, bitch
Ain't havin' no broke bitch, 'cause, lil' baby, I'm on some boss shit, nigga
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