Man this life so f*ckin' crazy
I got this lil' hoe, keep hittin' my phone, talkin' 'bout she want my baby
Bitch is you f*ckin' crazy, I been going through phases, rap shit hesitatin'
Or should I catch a brain, I'm contemplatin' on how I want to play it
Like should I f*ckin' do it
Or should we f*ckin' pull it
We got hella clips, for pussy niggas, shoot a f*ckin' movie
My bro want a new one, but I make music, f*ck it bro let's do it
Oh here come the groupies, don't know a song, but want me to sign her booty
And I can't f*ckin' do it, I just want that mula, I want that cheddar
I been prayin' to God, I'm slowly livin', my life gettin' so better
I ain't got a lot of chains, but a couple stones, nigga shout out to Rosetta
I been through a lot of rain and hella storms, I'm a real deal stepper
I'm a real deal soldier, this road so long, yeah
Rayshawn left, my soul left and I ain't never really been the same, yeah
Mama keep sendin' me baby pictures like, "Baby boy I miss the old you"
Ma, life ain't a f*ckin' game
She said, "Baby boy, I told you"
Man this life so f*ckin' crazy
I got this lil' hoe, keep hittin' my phone, talkin' 'bout she want my baby
Bitch is you f*ckin' crazy, I been going through phases, rap shit hesitatin'
Or should I catch a brain, I'm contemplatin' on how I want to play it
Like should I f*ckin' do it
Or should we f*ckin' pull it
We got hella clips, for pussy niggas, shoot a f*ckin' movie
My bro want a new one, but I make music, f*ck it bro let's do it
Oh here come the groupies, don't know a song, but want me to sign her booty
Say well, oh f*ckin' well
Tell 'em I said, "F*ck 'em, wish 'em well"
Hot Tamales give 'em hell
Run, trip, fall like Tacko, then hit his bell
Was trapping bad, had clientele
Good za, that's what my client tell
My outfit speak for itself
With so much motherf*ckin' drip, I took the ocean and killed a whale
Oh yeah, that player shit for real
I got niggas in that field, still, clutchin' on that steel
And I got some who steal, but I don't f*ck with that I told 'em chill
Why he tryna beef, I took his hoe, nigga that's the way it is
Now you f*ckin' mad and you a f*ckin' lame and your bitch f*ckin' me
Talkin' bout pushin' what, you charge it to the game, you couldn't even keep it P
How the f*ck I'm 'posed to trust you to be solid, you couldn't keep it G
Should've let that chopper sing out like L-M-N-O-P
Big Slime, yeah that's me
And that money what I speak
She wanna eat the meat, like Krabby Patty, can't get that recipe
The bros say I'm up next, when I'm up next, the bros right next to me
Man these hoes stressin' me, they just want money, and what's up under my briefs
Man this life so f*ckin' crazy
I got this lil' hoe, keep hittin' my phone, talkin' 'bout she want my baby
Bitch is you f*ckin' crazy, I been going through phases, rap shit hesitatin'
Or should I catch a brain, I'm contemplatin' on how I want to play it
Like should I f*ckin' do it
Or should we f*ckin' pull it
We got hella clips, for pussy niggas, shoot a f*ckin' movie
My bro want a new one, but I make music, f*ck it bro let's do it
Oh here come the groupies, don't know a song, but want me to sign her booty
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Man this life so f*ckin' crazy
I got this lil' hoe, keep hittin' my phone, talkin' 'bout she want my baby
Bitch is you f*ckin' crazy, I been going through phases, rap shit hesitatin'
Or should I catch a brain, I'm contemplatin' on how I want to play it
Like should I f*ckin' do it
Or should we f*ckin' pull it
We got hella clips, for pussy niggas, shoot a f*ckin' movie
My bro want a new one, but I make music, f*ck it bro let's do it
Oh here come the groupies, don't know a song, but want me to sign her booty
And I can't f*ckin' do it, I just want that mula, I want that cheddar
I been prayin' to God, I'm slowly livin', my life gettin' so better
I ain't got a lot of chains, but a couple stones, nigga shout out to Rosetta
I been through a lot of rain and hella storms, I'm a real deal stepper
I'm a real deal soldier, this road so long, yeah
Rayshawn left, my soul left and I ain't never really been the same, yeah
Mama keep sendin' me baby pictures like, "Baby boy I miss the old you"
Ma, life ain't a f*ckin' game
She said, "Baby boy, I told you"
Man this life so f*ckin' crazy
I got this lil' hoe, keep hittin' my phone, talkin' 'bout she want my baby
Bitch is you f*ckin' crazy, I been going through phases, rap shit hesitatin'
Or should I catch a brain, I'm contemplatin' on how I want to play it
Like should I f*ckin' do it
Or should we f*ckin' pull it
We got hella clips, for pussy niggas, shoot a f*ckin' movie
My bro want a new one, but I make music, f*ck it bro let's do it
Oh here come the groupies, don't know a song, but want me to sign her booty
Say well, oh f*ckin' well
Tell 'em I said, "F*ck 'em, wish 'em well"
Hot Tamales give 'em hell
Run, trip, fall like Tacko, then hit his bell
Was trapping bad, had clientele
Good za, that's what my client tell
My outfit speak for itself
With so much motherf*ckin' drip, I took the ocean and killed a whale
Oh yeah, that player shit for real
I got niggas in that field, still, clutchin' on that steel
And I got some who steal, but I don't f*ck with that I told 'em chill
Why he tryna beef, I took his hoe, nigga that's the way it is
Now you f*ckin' mad and you a f*ckin' lame and your bitch f*ckin' me
Talkin' bout pushin' what, you charge it to the game, you couldn't even keep it P
How the f*ck I'm 'posed to trust you to be solid, you couldn't keep it G
Should've let that chopper sing out like L-M-N-O-P
Big Slime, yeah that's me
And that money what I speak
She wanna eat the meat, like Krabby Patty, can't get that recipe
The bros say I'm up next, when I'm up next, the bros right next to me
Man these hoes stressin' me, they just want money, and what's up under my briefs
Man this life so f*ckin' crazy
I got this lil' hoe, keep hittin' my phone, talkin' 'bout she want my baby
Bitch is you f*ckin' crazy, I been going through phases, rap shit hesitatin'
Or should I catch a brain, I'm contemplatin' on how I want to play it
Like should I f*ckin' do it
Or should we f*ckin' pull it
We got hella clips, for pussy niggas, shoot a f*ckin' movie
My bro want a new one, but I make music, f*ck it bro let's do it
Oh here come the groupies, don't know a song, but want me to sign her booty
I got this lil' hoe, keep hittin' my phone, talkin' 'bout she want my baby
Bitch is you f*ckin' crazy, I been going through phases, rap shit hesitatin'
Or should I catch a brain, I'm contemplatin' on how I want to play it
Like should I f*ckin' do it
Or should we f*ckin' pull it
We got hella clips, for pussy niggas, shoot a f*ckin' movie
My bro want a new one, but I make music, f*ck it bro let's do it
Oh here come the groupies, don't know a song, but want me to sign her booty
And I can't f*ckin' do it, I just want that mula, I want that cheddar
I been prayin' to God, I'm slowly livin', my life gettin' so better
I ain't got a lot of chains, but a couple stones, nigga shout out to Rosetta
I been through a lot of rain and hella storms, I'm a real deal stepper
I'm a real deal soldier, this road so long, yeah
Rayshawn left, my soul left and I ain't never really been the same, yeah
Mama keep sendin' me baby pictures like, "Baby boy I miss the old you"
Ma, life ain't a f*ckin' game
She said, "Baby boy, I told you"
Man this life so f*ckin' crazy
I got this lil' hoe, keep hittin' my phone, talkin' 'bout she want my baby
Bitch is you f*ckin' crazy, I been going through phases, rap shit hesitatin'
Or should I catch a brain, I'm contemplatin' on how I want to play it
Like should I f*ckin' do it
Or should we f*ckin' pull it
We got hella clips, for pussy niggas, shoot a f*ckin' movie
My bro want a new one, but I make music, f*ck it bro let's do it
Oh here come the groupies, don't know a song, but want me to sign her booty
Say well, oh f*ckin' well
Tell 'em I said, "F*ck 'em, wish 'em well"
Hot Tamales give 'em hell
Run, trip, fall like Tacko, then hit his bell
Was trapping bad, had clientele
Good za, that's what my client tell
My outfit speak for itself
With so much motherf*ckin' drip, I took the ocean and killed a whale
Oh yeah, that player shit for real
I got niggas in that field, still, clutchin' on that steel
And I got some who steal, but I don't f*ck with that I told 'em chill
Why he tryna beef, I took his hoe, nigga that's the way it is
Now you f*ckin' mad and you a f*ckin' lame and your bitch f*ckin' me
Talkin' bout pushin' what, you charge it to the game, you couldn't even keep it P
How the f*ck I'm 'posed to trust you to be solid, you couldn't keep it G
Should've let that chopper sing out like L-M-N-O-P
Big Slime, yeah that's me
And that money what I speak
She wanna eat the meat, like Krabby Patty, can't get that recipe
The bros say I'm up next, when I'm up next, the bros right next to me
Man these hoes stressin' me, they just want money, and what's up under my briefs
Man this life so f*ckin' crazy
I got this lil' hoe, keep hittin' my phone, talkin' 'bout she want my baby
Bitch is you f*ckin' crazy, I been going through phases, rap shit hesitatin'
Or should I catch a brain, I'm contemplatin' on how I want to play it
Like should I f*ckin' do it
Or should we f*ckin' pull it
We got hella clips, for pussy niggas, shoot a f*ckin' movie
My bro want a new one, but I make music, f*ck it bro let's do it
Oh here come the groupies, don't know a song, but want me to sign her booty
Writer: Amari Washington
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid