Talkin' to God, they think I'm talking to myself
Hot nigga, when they see me, all these bitches, they just melt
Plenty times I been f*cked over, they don't care about how I felt
I know (Gunnas) shoot with (Skii), but they don't know about (YSL)
Pussy bitch ain't got no money, better go get CDL
In the gym tryna get thick, no, she don't want no BBL
Would've probably beat your charge, that's why I told you leave the scale
It ain't nun when I was broke, now I got bitches on my trail
Oh Lord, I hope this hit a go, it was either rap or NFL
Oh Lord, I hope this shit a joke, I thought he real, but he gon' tell
I don't know about your trap, but all my bubbas they gon' sell
And we had bells way before YEAT, nigga, know we making bail
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Talkin' to God, they think I'm talking to myself
Hot nigga, when they see me, all these bitches, they just melt
Plenty times I been f*cked over, they don't care about how I felt
I know (Gunnas) shoot with (Skii), but they don't know about (YSL)
Pussy bitch ain't got no money, better go get CDL
In the gym tryna get thick, no, she don't want no BBL
Would've probably beat your charge, that's why I told you leave the scale
It ain't nun when I was broke, now I got bitches on my trail
Oh Lord, I hope this hit a go, it was either rap or NFL
Oh Lord, I hope this shit a joke, I thought he real, but he gon' tell
I don't know about your trap, but all my bubbas they gon' sell
And we had bells way before YEAT, nigga, know we making bail
Hot nigga, when they see me, all these bitches, they just melt
Plenty times I been f*cked over, they don't care about how I felt
I know (Gunnas) shoot with (Skii), but they don't know about (YSL)
Pussy bitch ain't got no money, better go get CDL
In the gym tryna get thick, no, she don't want no BBL
Would've probably beat your charge, that's why I told you leave the scale
It ain't nun when I was broke, now I got bitches on my trail
Oh Lord, I hope this hit a go, it was either rap or NFL
Oh Lord, I hope this shit a joke, I thought he real, but he gon' tell
I don't know about your trap, but all my bubbas they gon' sell
And we had bells way before YEAT, nigga, know we making bail
Writer: Jabraylon Spencer
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