Check it out, uh
I just prayed
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Keep prayin', keep prayin'
I got leather boy (Uh)
It's either way, by the way
I'm trippin', sometimes I leave the house without my pistol, know I'm slippin'
I'm prayed up, but that what make me different
Nigga make me mad, I pay a visit
I'm too rich to slide, so I'ma pay that ticket (And you better come on home for me, now)
Uh, you too young to die, lil' nigga, you better listen
Don't think about that money, when you catch the plates, you better grip it
Ain't have no money growin' up, so I be tippin'
Even if it get hard, nigga, I go hard, start to finish
Rule number one, don't disrespect my pimpin'
The same niggas I help bossed up they life, try to stop my image
The same bitches I went to pay they rent say I ain't spend it
The feds made my knee broke when they took my Freebandz pendant
They took my Bubba pendant, they took my brother's spinach
The same week, I was right back in the jeweler, straight spendin'
The same week them niggas tried, my youngers out here spinnin'
You know I started that Goyard shit and Rickie Owens, nigga, I'm trendin'
The crackers steady hatin' like sayin' my car super tinted
I'm super turned, I pay two-hundred yards for a tennis
That twenty K, you stupid ass lil' young niggas, y'all be trippin'
Shit, I post a picture on IG with that shit on to fuck they bitches
(Frrt, frrt) I don't even slide through here, he ain't got no switches
Mhm, don't even slide through here, he don't even got no Benjis
I'll wipe a nigga nose, get out my business
My tape drop, them niggas ain't post my shit, that's why I'm friendless
Don't ask me 'bout no niggas you don't see me with, that ain't my business
Niggas envy a young nigga, before the rap, I was out here gettin' it
How you flop on yo' lil' nigga, he ain't even expose your feelings
But, it's cool, still get fifty a show, this shit up to the ceilin'
I mean, it's bool, come through in a coupe, pull up wit' yo' boo
Grip a tool, I see niggas be watchin', no, I ain't no fool
Pocket rocket, this ain't no route, this off of trappin', fool
Pull out them blues, bitch ain't Ice Spice, but, I get up in that mood
Rule number one, don't disrespect my pimpin'
The same niggas I help bossed up they life, try to stop my image
The same bitches I went to pay they rent say I ain't spend it
The feds made my knee broke when they took my Freebandz pendant
They took my Bubba pendant, they took my brother's spinach
The same week, I was right back in the jeweler, straight spendin'
The same week them niggas tried, my youngers out here spinnin'
You know I started that Goyard shit and Rickie Owens, nigga, I'm trendin'
I watch when niggas try do U-turns
Niggas watch you grind it up but still watch what you earn
We'll scratch nigga out like a bitch went and got a new perm
Years ago I said I wan' double back, oh, bitch, I'm too firm, it ain't no U-turn
It ain't no doublin' back, run up several Ms
I'm tryna double that, bitch, don't fuck up the ten, nigga
It ain't no lovin' that, once the niggas take it to IG, it ain't no comin' back
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Fuck that, true to myself
I stay true to my bitch
I stay true to my clique, I stay true to this shit
Hoes wouldn't fuck me if I ain't have no bag, I'm through with that bitch
Says she'll love me if I ain't have no bag, I see through the bitch
Shit, I'm through with that ho
I'm done lootin' the folks
Got the Bubbas for eleven, got to trappin' to choke
Ugly bitch think she finessin', she be flexin' the poor
Real mean with the wrist, I can whip up some coke
Splash that bitch with some water, turn that shit to some dough
Niggas be out here hatin' and shit, so that pistol I tote
So that pistol I tote (Ooh-ah-ah-ah)
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