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Mousha, stop asking me to send
I been that nigga, I ain′t doin' no frontin′
I made me a way when I ain't see nothin'
She my ho, but I treat her like roxy
One more pink and I might be done
I need front end, C-O-D
Pay me the difference when I hit the back
Lil′ nigga play, you reach, I teach
We had him pissin′, I brought out the mac
Can't be fucked with or be played
I′m way too tainted, my heart got a crack
I'm in the game, we shootin′ to kill
I did all this, they talkin' ′bout practice
These niggas buyin' the shit to get high on the shit
He gotta be trappin' backwards
I like ratchet shit in my nature
′Bout these hoes, he found a casket
I got frostbite on my fingers and turnt my wrists up, go Alaskan
She a five-star with a basketball on her back, could win a pageant
You might see a few hoes with me
But she ain′t special and I ain't tag her
I′m in a thumb war with my money counter
Tryna see who count it faster
Think he that, he scarin' the hoes
He on some shit, I don′t put it past him
Suited up, I'm in my best, went ′lenci rick
I'm fresh, a pastor, aye
We don't see eye-to-eye, he must be fried, he freebasin′
All that slick shit be my favorite
Say my name, go keep hatin′
I see all this shit a lil' different
Ain′t how you see it, go paint a picture
Put in work with mafioso
Say my name, it's a free zipper
Been the influence, I recognize it
I′m passin' jobs to niggas
Bro got j and big racks put up
Fuck it, he still robbin′ niggas
We got more nukes than Iran
That's why I can't be bothered with ′em
We lay belt, it turned to a hobby
I beat him like his father hit him
I beat him like his father hit him, man, little-ass nigga
They can′t fuck with us, man, a real dog, yeah
I been that nigga, I ain't doin′ no frontin'
I made me a way when I ain′t see nothin'
She my ho, but I treat her like roxy
One more pink and I might be done
I need front end, C-O-D
Pay me the difference when I hit the back
Lil′ nigga play, you reach, I teach
We had him pissin', I brought out the mac
Can't be fucked with or be played
I′m way too tainted, my heart got a crack
I′m in the game, we shootin' to kill
I did all this, they talkin′ 'bout practice (′bout practice)
I been that nigga, I ain′t doin' no frontin′
I made me a way when I ain't see nothin'
She my ho, but I treat her like roxy
One more pink and I might be done
I need front end, C-O-D
Pay me the difference when I hit the back
Lil′ nigga play, you reach, I teach
We had him pissin′, I brought out the mac
Can't be fucked with or be played
I′m way too tainted, my heart got a crack
I'm in the game, we shootin′ to kill
I did all this, they talkin' ′bout practice
These niggas buyin' the shit to get high on the shit
He gotta be trappin' backwards
I like ratchet shit in my nature
′Bout these hoes, he found a casket
I got frostbite on my fingers and turnt my wrists up, go Alaskan
She a five-star with a basketball on her back, could win a pageant
You might see a few hoes with me
But she ain′t special and I ain't tag her
I′m in a thumb war with my money counter
Tryna see who count it faster
Think he that, he scarin' the hoes
He on some shit, I don′t put it past him
Suited up, I'm in my best, went ′lenci rick
I'm fresh, a pastor, aye
We don't see eye-to-eye, he must be fried, he freebasin′
All that slick shit be my favorite
Say my name, go keep hatin′
I see all this shit a lil' different
Ain′t how you see it, go paint a picture
Put in work with mafioso
Say my name, it's a free zipper
Been the influence, I recognize it
I′m passin' jobs to niggas
Bro got j and big racks put up
Fuck it, he still robbin′ niggas
We got more nukes than Iran
That's why I can't be bothered with ′em
We lay belt, it turned to a hobby
I beat him like his father hit him
I beat him like his father hit him, man, little-ass nigga
They can′t fuck with us, man, a real dog, yeah
I been that nigga, I ain't doin′ no frontin'
I made me a way when I ain′t see nothin'
She my ho, but I treat her like roxy
One more pink and I might be done
I need front end, C-O-D
Pay me the difference when I hit the back
Lil′ nigga play, you reach, I teach
We had him pissin', I brought out the mac
Can't be fucked with or be played
I′m way too tainted, my heart got a crack
I′m in the game, we shootin' to kill
I did all this, they talkin′ 'bout practice (′bout practice)
Writer(s): Zahir Myles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

