All this weight up on my shoulders, man, I shake the haters off
Heard your mans, he was talkin', but he talkin' really soft
Have you heard my shit, who this
Bae, I'm takin' off
She done caught too tired on me, yeah, she can't love no more
Society boys up from the east, we scream fvck the law
All that wolfin' on the net, forget about what you saw
Had to switch it up, I'm sippin' on the wok
Heard these haters say, what's up
Keep my name up, out your mouth
Flip the, flip the, flip the switch, we get it, bitch
Witnessin' ain't with the shit, we ain't saw shit
Brodie pop out with the stick, bitch, it size it quick
I don't know about your mans, he weighin' counterfeit
Uh, drop a bag for a pack, roll him up, I'm smokin' that
Where we from? We from the trenches, not the burbs
I don't care bout what you heard, tryna size up quick on words
Got his ass beat on the curve, On my mama, he gon' burn
Stand on business , then you're good
They don't want me on the feature, cause I'm merk them', you can look
When I pop out with the link, I know I got the lil' boy shook
Double cup, I'm sippin' why, these bitches tryna take a look
We done heard the shit, you talkin', run it back, hey, what it is
Comin' for me is a miss, what you think you with that shit
I be standin' on my shit, might as well just keep the bitch
When I pop, I'm goin' silly on a bitch
Gotta shiesty when I hit, I'm a dog, what you do
Gettin' money like the old folks did
She gon' pop out for the money, she a broke lil' bitch
She a what? Oh, you think that you slick
Got my mini-me's with me, yeah, you ain't gon' do shit
I just want this money, hunger gettin' to me bro, huh
I can step on niggas, I can guarantee that, bro, huh
How you text and tweet, but on the streets, you really fold, huh
How you pull up with a beat on me and think you'll hold, huh
That's a story that will never be untold, damn
Was from the block when niggas really up and clutch it
Turn the 50s into hunnids, niggas know we double-digit
He was talkin' shit next thing, they say he got a vision
When I talk my shit, they say it's really hard to mention
A hoe is not a blessing if a hoe don't have a lesson
Ain't no snitchin', yeah, we wipin' those, he need a tissue
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All this weight up on my shoulders, man, I shake the haters off
Heard your mans, he was talkin', but he talkin' really soft
Have you heard my shit, who this
Bae, I'm takin' off
She done caught too tired on me, yeah, she can't love no more
Society boys up from the east, we scream fvck the law
All that wolfin' on the net, forget about what you saw
Had to switch it up, I'm sippin' on the wok
Heard these haters say, what's up
Keep my name up, out your mouth
Flip the, flip the, flip the switch, we get it, bitch
Witnessin' ain't with the shit, we ain't saw shit
Brodie pop out with the stick, bitch, it size it quick
I don't know about your mans, he weighin' counterfeit
Uh, drop a bag for a pack, roll him up, I'm smokin' that
Where we from? We from the trenches, not the burbs
I don't care bout what you heard, tryna size up quick on words
Got his ass beat on the curve, On my mama, he gon' burn
Stand on business , then you're good
They don't want me on the feature, cause I'm merk them', you can look
When I pop out with the link, I know I got the lil' boy shook
Double cup, I'm sippin' why, these bitches tryna take a look
We done heard the shit, you talkin', run it back, hey, what it is
Comin' for me is a miss, what you think you with that shit
I be standin' on my shit, might as well just keep the bitch
When I pop, I'm goin' silly on a bitch
Gotta shiesty when I hit, I'm a dog, what you do
Gettin' money like the old folks did
She gon' pop out for the money, she a broke lil' bitch
She a what? Oh, you think that you slick
Got my mini-me's with me, yeah, you ain't gon' do shit
I just want this money, hunger gettin' to me bro, huh
I can step on niggas, I can guarantee that, bro, huh
How you text and tweet, but on the streets, you really fold, huh
How you pull up with a beat on me and think you'll hold, huh
That's a story that will never be untold, damn
Was from the block when niggas really up and clutch it
Turn the 50s into hunnids, niggas know we double-digit
He was talkin' shit next thing, they say he got a vision
When I talk my shit, they say it's really hard to mention
A hoe is not a blessing if a hoe don't have a lesson
Ain't no snitchin', yeah, we wipin' those, he need a tissue
Heard your mans, he was talkin', but he talkin' really soft
Have you heard my shit, who this
Bae, I'm takin' off
She done caught too tired on me, yeah, she can't love no more
Society boys up from the east, we scream fvck the law
All that wolfin' on the net, forget about what you saw
Had to switch it up, I'm sippin' on the wok
Heard these haters say, what's up
Keep my name up, out your mouth
Flip the, flip the, flip the switch, we get it, bitch
Witnessin' ain't with the shit, we ain't saw shit
Brodie pop out with the stick, bitch, it size it quick
I don't know about your mans, he weighin' counterfeit
Uh, drop a bag for a pack, roll him up, I'm smokin' that
Where we from? We from the trenches, not the burbs
I don't care bout what you heard, tryna size up quick on words
Got his ass beat on the curve, On my mama, he gon' burn
Stand on business , then you're good
They don't want me on the feature, cause I'm merk them', you can look
When I pop out with the link, I know I got the lil' boy shook
Double cup, I'm sippin' why, these bitches tryna take a look
We done heard the shit, you talkin', run it back, hey, what it is
Comin' for me is a miss, what you think you with that shit
I be standin' on my shit, might as well just keep the bitch
When I pop, I'm goin' silly on a bitch
Gotta shiesty when I hit, I'm a dog, what you do
Gettin' money like the old folks did
She gon' pop out for the money, she a broke lil' bitch
She a what? Oh, you think that you slick
Got my mini-me's with me, yeah, you ain't gon' do shit
I just want this money, hunger gettin' to me bro, huh
I can step on niggas, I can guarantee that, bro, huh
How you text and tweet, but on the streets, you really fold, huh
How you pull up with a beat on me and think you'll hold, huh
That's a story that will never be untold, damn
Was from the block when niggas really up and clutch it
Turn the 50s into hunnids, niggas know we double-digit
He was talkin' shit next thing, they say he got a vision
When I talk my shit, they say it's really hard to mention
A hoe is not a blessing if a hoe don't have a lesson
Ain't no snitchin', yeah, we wipin' those, he need a tissue
Writer: Siyabonga Makhubu
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid