[Verse 1] Chain on my back Yea I’m hittin them niggas Walk on the beat yea I’m drilling them niggas Had to walk out the spot I ain’t feelin them niggas Feel Tony Tony how I’m counting 6 figures Aye What y’all saying to me Y’all just must want to die Hey What you saying to me yea Why that bitch gotta lie I got all the information like the FBI She point me in Vegas , yea she came back home with a DUI Had to cut her off we had different priorities and different lines I ain’t arguing with her get her out of my face she wasting my time [Chrous] I get that paper yea bitch I stack it Shooters on my side they going automatic I’m on the Xbox, yea I’m playing madden Been did what you done , I already had it Speaking on the past yea, you speaking on past tense Sag in his jeans that nigga a faggot Hoppin side to side that nigga a rabbit Watching everybody food that nigga a maggot Been told y’all niggas I ain’t fuckin with y’all Nah nah I been told y’all niggas i ain’t hanging with y’allj Nah nah Yea bitch talk nice to me Im getting racks you see Stack bread count cash wit me You niggas ain’t heard of me Them niggas lying they heard of me [Verse 2] Yo bitch gon dance she gon trewk for me Hold on nigga I don’t even talk like that Nigga a phony he don’t walk like that Since when the fuck you taking calls like that That nigga phony Make her dance like a pony Can’t call you my homie Can’t call you my Brodie Y’all niggas be OD Tony stark like Tony Only talk to my whoadies I pass her the water, cuz that bitch really thirsty That bitch talking shit, but she pushing 40 Posted wit my niggas, posted up four deep I’m watching that tv, Rick & that Morty They say I dated, but I was never wit shorty She on my line, she gon buss it down for me These niggas be pussy, these niggas be corny Fuck is y’all talking about, that shit was never funny [Chrous] I get that paper yea bitch I stack it Shooters on my side they going automatic I’m on the Xbox, yea I’m playing madden Been did what you done , I already had it Speaking on the past yea, you speaking on past tense Sag in his jeans that nigga a faggot Hoppin side to side that nigga a rabbit Watching everybody food that nigga a maggot Been told y’all niggas I ain’t fuckin with y’all Nah nah I been told y’all niggas i ain’t hanging with y’allj Nah nah Yea bitch talk nice to me Im getting racks you see Stack bread count cash wit me
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