[Verse: D'Shaun] I don't believe in too much religion Not superstitious, I was born a Christian I was born with missions, I was purposely purposed For Maybach's with curtains, and bitches with Birkin's Hoes is distractions I'm casually macking But never forgetting The mother fucking plan Win and take over The ghost with a chauffeur A neck full a gold And a room with awards I been playing the back Like I catch in the outfield Bros in the trenches My niggas is outchea And I get so high I get higher than light years I just bought a crib If you bad I'll invite ya Niggas keep arms Like the legs of a spider I teller I love her But bet I won't wife her If she got that fire Then I have to ignite her My gold grill is bright As that future behind her Top 5 in my state If you need a reminder I'm sleep on these niggas Like pillows, recliners I pop like a condom And bust on a bitch I pull up with them sticks Both them blunts look like twix I sip on that mix And I mix what I sip Got me creeping and crawling Like toddlers with bibs It's just me, that boy 1-8 And Wave in this bitch All this smoke It's a Ganja parade in this bitch And I skate on yo hoe I Cascade on that bitch Because I like her hips And the way that she switch Black and white At the spot, she Dalmatian n shit Yeah I'm running these plays But don't play with this shit Yeah my boys always said I would make it n shit But I wonder how long It's gone take for that shit And my girl just keep saying Be patient n shit But I got no time To be waiting on shit I just ran up on a Cinderella Glass bottle's like a glass slipper She gone sip the tech And she gone take the hammer I'ma film a movie on my iPhone camera I'ma put her on To this country grammar She gone pop them bars Like breaking out the slammer Never take her home To meet my mom and grandma Young Texas player Got it from my grandpa I be posted leaning Like a fucking ramp Before she hit the crib I gotta stamp her hand Lotta shit has changed But I can't complain Cuss my teeth on bling And pockets on romaine I been doing my thang Nigga that's all I know I been blowing the dro Nigga that's all I roll I been flipping the flow Cuss niggas got no flows Got no hoes, got no gold Got no shows Got no fans Got no plans Got no mans Got no hands, No advance No bitch with tans No crib with granite countertops & pots and pans These niggas not the man But Ima drop my shit Drop shit, fuck all ya politics Saucing like condiments Hot as a pot of grits Member these hoes Wouldn't gimme no compliments Now when I'm 'round They treat me like the hottest shit Prime in ya Optimus Clear as ya optics is Who is you up against? My dogs run up a fence Tryna run up a check I might just break ya neck I will not show respect Fuck ya hood and ya set Niggas ain't nothing but some player haters I'm just outchea balling like a fucking Laker I be smooth enough to serve the fucking waiter Still catching fades, with a fresh tapered Young paper boy, but shit I chase the paper Told a pussy nigga, time to meet the maker Told a bad bitch lemme renovate ya Gimme sweet love, like Anita Baker My heart cold as my double cup Niggas double-crossed and I doubled up Niggas backstabbed, so I muscled up Now we in this bitch like what the fuck is up? Niggas tried to kill me But they unsuccessful I 'ont see death On this month's schedule I see all these rappers They all pots and kettles I'ma piss em off I need a pot to piss in I don't need ya mentions I be in the trenches Everybody seen it But nobody witnessed Mother fuck a friendship I be really with it My palms is itching A nigga gotta get it Young CEO And I be bout my business And I'ma run this shit Until the race is finished Feel like Master P I don't see No Limit I rep RYLTY Until these niggas kill me, uh [Hook] Niggas ain't nothing but some player haters Niggas never wanna see you make paper Niggas ain't nothing but some player haters Tell a fuck nigga, fuck away from me Uh Bitches ain't shit but some player haters All them hoes wanna do is take paper Bitches ain't nothing but some player haters Tell a bopping bitch the fuck away from me, (x2)
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