Troublesome nigga that come from the land where niggas do not understand
Crab in the barrel I'm clutching my metal my niggas love sparking some led
You wanna feature or wanna come meet us it don't cost a arm and a leg
You wanna try me I guarantee you won't leave w/ a arm and a leg
See I'm from a cloth where niggas would mob we coming you on the dolo
We don't want your kids, we don't want your wife just coming for you and your soul bro
Just send a hit I'm tryna eat fish and meet w/ my niggas in Soho
Get me chick I met on the strip and let her go buy me a polo (Bag)
I never wanted Beyoncé
I always wanted a Jill Scott
I love my double B W's
I wanna f*ck and just cuddle you
They be like Nick you do loveable
I wanna suck and just smother you
Roll up and make you feel comfortable
And smack and bitch try to come for you
No I don't need no drama no
Stacking my G's I smile and smoke
Roll up the weed we tryna smoke
In 50 degrees or 5 below
Niggas get money like this
And niggas still need a 5 below
My niggas need it by any means we sell em a Z behind the store
Came a long way from the hallways in maple
To people who showed love I thank you
To the niggas who hate me don't quit ya day job
Things changed now, try to run up I'll stank you
I'm only keeping it factual
You act ass then that's your show
Not tryna be so bashful though I just want ya head and ass fasho
You get to tripping and start to bitching then you can leave then that's the door
Don't need your weed girl I got bags to smoke I'll pass the gas and roll
I'm from a cloth where niggas would mob we coming you on the dolo
We don't want your kids, we don't want your wife just coming for you and your soul bro
Just send a hit I'm tryna eat fish and meet w/ my niggas in Soho
Get me chick I met on the strip and let her go buy me a polo (Bag)
I never wanted Beyoncé
I always wanted a Jill Scott
She don't pill pop she just smoke weed
Let us OD on a hill top
Don't wanna trouble I'm just hustle and get my respect on the go go
Try to play like you don't know though
But I know that you know though
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Troublesome nigga that come from the land where niggas do not understand
Crab in the barrel I'm clutching my metal my niggas love sparking some led
You wanna feature or wanna come meet us it don't cost a arm and a leg
You wanna try me I guarantee you won't leave w/ a arm and a leg
See I'm from a cloth where niggas would mob we coming you on the dolo
We don't want your kids, we don't want your wife just coming for you and your soul bro
Just send a hit I'm tryna eat fish and meet w/ my niggas in Soho
Get me chick I met on the strip and let her go buy me a polo (Bag)
I never wanted Beyoncé
I always wanted a Jill Scott
I love my double B W's
I wanna f*ck and just cuddle you
They be like Nick you do loveable
I wanna suck and just smother you
Roll up and make you feel comfortable
And smack and bitch try to come for you
No I don't need no drama no
Stacking my G's I smile and smoke
Roll up the weed we tryna smoke
In 50 degrees or 5 below
Niggas get money like this
And niggas still need a 5 below
My niggas need it by any means we sell em a Z behind the store
Came a long way from the hallways in maple
To people who showed love I thank you
To the niggas who hate me don't quit ya day job
Things changed now, try to run up I'll stank you
I'm only keeping it factual
You act ass then that's your show
Not tryna be so bashful though I just want ya head and ass fasho
You get to tripping and start to bitching then you can leave then that's the door
Don't need your weed girl I got bags to smoke I'll pass the gas and roll
I'm from a cloth where niggas would mob we coming you on the dolo
We don't want your kids, we don't want your wife just coming for you and your soul bro
Just send a hit I'm tryna eat fish and meet w/ my niggas in Soho
Get me chick I met on the strip and let her go buy me a polo (Bag)
I never wanted Beyoncé
I always wanted a Jill Scott
She don't pill pop she just smoke weed
Let us OD on a hill top
Don't wanna trouble I'm just hustle and get my respect on the go go
Try to play like you don't know though
But I know that you know though
Crab in the barrel I'm clutching my metal my niggas love sparking some led
You wanna feature or wanna come meet us it don't cost a arm and a leg
You wanna try me I guarantee you won't leave w/ a arm and a leg
See I'm from a cloth where niggas would mob we coming you on the dolo
We don't want your kids, we don't want your wife just coming for you and your soul bro
Just send a hit I'm tryna eat fish and meet w/ my niggas in Soho
Get me chick I met on the strip and let her go buy me a polo (Bag)
I never wanted Beyoncé
I always wanted a Jill Scott
I love my double B W's
I wanna f*ck and just cuddle you
They be like Nick you do loveable
I wanna suck and just smother you
Roll up and make you feel comfortable
And smack and bitch try to come for you
No I don't need no drama no
Stacking my G's I smile and smoke
Roll up the weed we tryna smoke
In 50 degrees or 5 below
Niggas get money like this
And niggas still need a 5 below
My niggas need it by any means we sell em a Z behind the store
Came a long way from the hallways in maple
To people who showed love I thank you
To the niggas who hate me don't quit ya day job
Things changed now, try to run up I'll stank you
I'm only keeping it factual
You act ass then that's your show
Not tryna be so bashful though I just want ya head and ass fasho
You get to tripping and start to bitching then you can leave then that's the door
Don't need your weed girl I got bags to smoke I'll pass the gas and roll
I'm from a cloth where niggas would mob we coming you on the dolo
We don't want your kids, we don't want your wife just coming for you and your soul bro
Just send a hit I'm tryna eat fish and meet w/ my niggas in Soho
Get me chick I met on the strip and let her go buy me a polo (Bag)
I never wanted Beyoncé
I always wanted a Jill Scott
She don't pill pop she just smoke weed
Let us OD on a hill top
Don't wanna trouble I'm just hustle and get my respect on the go go
Try to play like you don't know though
But I know that you know though
Writer: Dominick Smith
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