Baby just ride, you don't even gotta die for me
Just keep it real, don't you ever f*cking lie to me
Late nights I'm running plays, ain't no coaching me
I'm in these streets, a little more than I'm supposed to be
That's why I'm strapped, and keep this pistol so damn close to me
My ex called, just to tell me that she over me
Late night stressing bout that cash, this that bag talk
Not concerned with bitches and they wishes, don't got interest
Stacking digits, need money long like a sentence
Came from walking late nights, rides and them jitneys
Sorry if I question is you really f*cking witH me?
Head on a swivel you know niggas mad grimey
Busy getting bags, hit my line if you can't find me
Missed a couple dates, yeah I know don't remind me
Swear I'll make it up in due time, for now I'm grinding
When I'm stressed, baby drop it off, just come and ride me
Punching in my job and I been trapping on the clock
Call the plug on my break, I'm checkin when them packs drop
These niggas chase ass, my niggas get cash
I'm selling five dollar bags in my freshman class
Sliding through the street with my momma tinted windows
Packs came in, get em in, and get em out
Listen I'll be gone, I'm taking 95 south
So don't be blowing up my phone, girl I'm busy running routes
You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you
And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you
And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
Don't nobody care about a nigga with a dream
Gotta stack them dollars when it's all about the cream. Lil profit!
Cherry stems left over the seats, lil thotties
Really a lil prosti, but anything to make me feel better
F*ck a doctor! Sell me any dream, make me feel like I'm a prosper
I knew better, couldn't do better
Bitches love to make you feel bad, but tell me you better?
Gotta walk around with 2 mags, Gotta live better for me
Money got these niggas changing
Hustle turnt me to a stranger
Everybody out here banging
All I see is twisting fingers
All these drugs a nigga slanging
All these hoes I'm out here swanging
I been out here living dangerous, Uh
I'm getting tore up, hit the club and I pour up
Pay her for a dance, she touching on me like I know her
She just trying to get some money for her daughter
Trying to play me and my mans, so I had to f*ck her throat up
I ain't into odors. Niggas soft so they load up
Ever since elementary niggas getting wrote up
I just needed closure. Seen my mans getting coked up
And I was some f*ck you cause they don't really know us
I been on that loyalty, but it got the best of me cause people was enjoying me
Niggas seen me winning then that's when they came and joined me
But I don't wanna hold that there above you and you ain't gotta be my bitch
For me to f*ck and love you
Ya digg
I been going big. Young nigga out here grinding and she see I'm tryna win
Lace be fronting, so I'm pulling on her wig
Dick so good, block her now she leavings sigs
Got me pulling on my stick, got me pulling back my bitch
How everybody love me but I'm lonely as a bitch?
And I heard she out there f*cking so you better check yo dick
Handsome ass nigga boy better check yo bitch. Yeah yeah yeah
You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you
And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you
And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
If you my dawg keep it real, 10 toes never squeal
That's how you feel, how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
I been posted in the streets, I been really in the field
Chasing Meals, chasing meals, chasing mills, chasing mills
Everybody gotta eat, I been posted with the team
I never squeal, never squeal, never squeal, never squeal
Cash money shit, I been chasing after green
Yeah for real, yeah for real, yeah for real, yeah for real
Shorty say she love now she f*cking with my dawg?
How shorty say she love me but she f*cking on my dawg?
Pass her to the team, Ima treat her like a log
I swear I'm f*cking on her, I could never do no wrong
Take her to the crib, had to get her out her thong
I'm a dog I had to bone
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Baby just ride, you don't even gotta die for me
Just keep it real, don't you ever f*cking lie to me
Late nights I'm running plays, ain't no coaching me
I'm in these streets, a little more than I'm supposed to be
That's why I'm strapped, and keep this pistol so damn close to me
My ex called, just to tell me that she over me
Late night stressing bout that cash, this that bag talk
Not concerned with bitches and they wishes, don't got interest
Stacking digits, need money long like a sentence
Came from walking late nights, rides and them jitneys
Sorry if I question is you really f*cking witH me?
Head on a swivel you know niggas mad grimey
Busy getting bags, hit my line if you can't find me
Missed a couple dates, yeah I know don't remind me
Swear I'll make it up in due time, for now I'm grinding
When I'm stressed, baby drop it off, just come and ride me
Punching in my job and I been trapping on the clock
Call the plug on my break, I'm checkin when them packs drop
These niggas chase ass, my niggas get cash
I'm selling five dollar bags in my freshman class
Sliding through the street with my momma tinted windows
Packs came in, get em in, and get em out
Listen I'll be gone, I'm taking 95 south
So don't be blowing up my phone, girl I'm busy running routes
You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you
And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you
And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
Don't nobody care about a nigga with a dream
Gotta stack them dollars when it's all about the cream. Lil profit!
Cherry stems left over the seats, lil thotties
Really a lil prosti, but anything to make me feel better
F*ck a doctor! Sell me any dream, make me feel like I'm a prosper
I knew better, couldn't do better
Bitches love to make you feel bad, but tell me you better?
Gotta walk around with 2 mags, Gotta live better for me
Money got these niggas changing
Hustle turnt me to a stranger
Everybody out here banging
All I see is twisting fingers
All these drugs a nigga slanging
All these hoes I'm out here swanging
I been out here living dangerous, Uh
I'm getting tore up, hit the club and I pour up
Pay her for a dance, she touching on me like I know her
She just trying to get some money for her daughter
Trying to play me and my mans, so I had to f*ck her throat up
I ain't into odors. Niggas soft so they load up
Ever since elementary niggas getting wrote up
I just needed closure. Seen my mans getting coked up
And I was some f*ck you cause they don't really know us
I been on that loyalty, but it got the best of me cause people was enjoying me
Niggas seen me winning then that's when they came and joined me
But I don't wanna hold that there above you and you ain't gotta be my bitch
For me to f*ck and love you
Ya digg
I been going big. Young nigga out here grinding and she see I'm tryna win
Lace be fronting, so I'm pulling on her wig
Dick so good, block her now she leavings sigs
Got me pulling on my stick, got me pulling back my bitch
How everybody love me but I'm lonely as a bitch?
And I heard she out there f*cking so you better check yo dick
Handsome ass nigga boy better check yo bitch. Yeah yeah yeah
You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you
And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you
And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
If you my dawg keep it real, 10 toes never squeal
That's how you feel, how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
I been posted in the streets, I been really in the field
Chasing Meals, chasing meals, chasing mills, chasing mills
Everybody gotta eat, I been posted with the team
I never squeal, never squeal, never squeal, never squeal
Cash money shit, I been chasing after green
Yeah for real, yeah for real, yeah for real, yeah for real
Shorty say she love now she f*cking with my dawg?
How shorty say she love me but she f*cking on my dawg?
Pass her to the team, Ima treat her like a log
I swear I'm f*cking on her, I could never do no wrong
Take her to the crib, had to get her out her thong
I'm a dog I had to bone
Just keep it real, don't you ever f*cking lie to me
Late nights I'm running plays, ain't no coaching me
I'm in these streets, a little more than I'm supposed to be
That's why I'm strapped, and keep this pistol so damn close to me
My ex called, just to tell me that she over me
Late night stressing bout that cash, this that bag talk
Not concerned with bitches and they wishes, don't got interest
Stacking digits, need money long like a sentence
Came from walking late nights, rides and them jitneys
Sorry if I question is you really f*cking witH me?
Head on a swivel you know niggas mad grimey
Busy getting bags, hit my line if you can't find me
Missed a couple dates, yeah I know don't remind me
Swear I'll make it up in due time, for now I'm grinding
When I'm stressed, baby drop it off, just come and ride me
Punching in my job and I been trapping on the clock
Call the plug on my break, I'm checkin when them packs drop
These niggas chase ass, my niggas get cash
I'm selling five dollar bags in my freshman class
Sliding through the street with my momma tinted windows
Packs came in, get em in, and get em out
Listen I'll be gone, I'm taking 95 south
So don't be blowing up my phone, girl I'm busy running routes
You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you
And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you
And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
Don't nobody care about a nigga with a dream
Gotta stack them dollars when it's all about the cream. Lil profit!
Cherry stems left over the seats, lil thotties
Really a lil prosti, but anything to make me feel better
F*ck a doctor! Sell me any dream, make me feel like I'm a prosper
I knew better, couldn't do better
Bitches love to make you feel bad, but tell me you better?
Gotta walk around with 2 mags, Gotta live better for me
Money got these niggas changing
Hustle turnt me to a stranger
Everybody out here banging
All I see is twisting fingers
All these drugs a nigga slanging
All these hoes I'm out here swanging
I been out here living dangerous, Uh
I'm getting tore up, hit the club and I pour up
Pay her for a dance, she touching on me like I know her
She just trying to get some money for her daughter
Trying to play me and my mans, so I had to f*ck her throat up
I ain't into odors. Niggas soft so they load up
Ever since elementary niggas getting wrote up
I just needed closure. Seen my mans getting coked up
And I was some f*ck you cause they don't really know us
I been on that loyalty, but it got the best of me cause people was enjoying me
Niggas seen me winning then that's when they came and joined me
But I don't wanna hold that there above you and you ain't gotta be my bitch
For me to f*ck and love you
Ya digg
I been going big. Young nigga out here grinding and she see I'm tryna win
Lace be fronting, so I'm pulling on her wig
Dick so good, block her now she leavings sigs
Got me pulling on my stick, got me pulling back my bitch
How everybody love me but I'm lonely as a bitch?
And I heard she out there f*cking so you better check yo dick
Handsome ass nigga boy better check yo bitch. Yeah yeah yeah
You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you
And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you
And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real
If you my dawg keep it real, 10 toes never squeal
That's how you feel, how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
I been posted in the streets, I been really in the field
Chasing Meals, chasing meals, chasing mills, chasing mills
Everybody gotta eat, I been posted with the team
I never squeal, never squeal, never squeal, never squeal
Cash money shit, I been chasing after green
Yeah for real, yeah for real, yeah for real, yeah for real
Shorty say she love now she f*cking with my dawg?
How shorty say she love me but she f*cking on my dawg?
Pass her to the team, Ima treat her like a log
I swear I'm f*cking on her, I could never do no wrong
Take her to the crib, had to get her out her thong
I'm a dog I had to bone
Writer: Davante Adams, Tristan Francois
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC