Rags - F Lok (Bonus) (feat. Dez, Jeet & Marty McFye) Lyrics

They say I wouldn't win but then I did
Double back and did that shit again
Hold up, Lok talkin' shit like Rags ain't go and stand on 10
Like I ain't bring the house down, bitch, this Patek cost a Benz
Okay, yeah, yeah
F*ck a fake friend I'ma ride with all my dogs
Right or wrong till the end
Okay, keep it cool when life get hard
Sometimes gotta pretend
That don't mean you weak
Sometimes gotta cutoff loose ends
Don't you finesse me, don't try to press me, yeah
Don't leave your dogs outside the streets
We'll catch you next week, yeah
You ain't no VIP, please don't text me, yeah
Me and gang we outside runnin' like some athletes, yeah
The numbers I've been puttin' up, you ain't gon' pass me, yeah
The lifestyle I've been livin, shit been getting taxing, yeah
And I don't do no interviews, you can catch me outside with the gang, I'm on the news
I can hear your bitch sing along to all my tunes
I've been rockin' outside, stickin' with the goons, what it do
Bad bitch, I want you, ridin' in the club, all these monies countin' blues, blues
F*ck commissioner my pocket's full of dead presidents
I got now, I don't give a f*ck about who got next
Young, playa, rich, hope I set the precedent
For all my dogs tryna get up out the ends
Yeah, this shit ain't a game They spreadin' envy, tryna hate on my name
Yeah, they feed off my fame I'm reminded I'm the one
These hoes revolve around me like the sun
I feel so alone
No one ever hittin' up my phone
I feel the world goin' by
Would you even care if I died
F*ck that sad shit, put it to the side
Ain't nothin' better when I'm chillin' with my guys
F*ck them dirty hoes, I got a bad wife
She know the exact type of shit that I like
She do whatever that I say, all day
That's my baby, she don't play, no way
That's the end of this beat, andale