歌词
Some of you niggas ain't like that
So I-I-I, I can't, I can't ever say nothin' to you
You know, I just gotta sum you up
You the sum up type
Round you niggas up to one lil' thing, you know, gotta address
You know what I'm sayin'
Put you in a bucket, dump the ****in' fire
Damn
Damn, damn, I feel like the new black Hen' Rollins
Niggas studyin' my footwork, I'm James Harden
Bitch, who it? (Who it?)
Where you goin'? Uh, come here
I thought I told your ass already I ain't from here (Facts)
And, yeah, we gotta drive to La La and you know why
I gotta go and hurry through New Jersey, can't pump there (No)
Babe (Babe), I'm such a negative bitch (Why?)
My friends turned on me, then I turned rich (Pshh)
Sodom, Gamorrah, I turned back, they still talkin' shit (Damn)
Hold my hand (Yeah), all my ex-ex-fans (That's right)
I promise (Yeah)
I swear the baby need somebody and a new header (Uh-huh)
I did *** like, "Of course I could do better" (What else, uh)
Gotta take more shots, get a good lead
Keep takin' them shots 'til the rim bleed
'Til I succeed, work like Little Steve
Workin' all day, I don't take no sick leave
In my sleep, hear click beats
Gotta keep swimmin' 'til that mother****in' ship leak
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what?
Your bitch is just ****in' whoever (Yeah)
I **** her, she's yours, she let him (Okay)
Damn, is this the price of havin' fans?
Babe, I'm so precise, I'm always planned (Ayy, what the ****?)
And Afro Thunder with these hands, uh (Yeah)
On your head, gon' be some, uh (Frrp, sheesh)
On my head must be some bands (Yeah)
Gucci Mane, I think I love her (Yeah)
Danny Swain, I think I love her (Yeah)
Big nose in that ***** (Ah)
Feel like Andre Iguodala (Facts)
The money put me in a trance (What? Yeah)
The label got me nudgin' stems (Wait)
I need way more than that for an advance (Oh, yeah)
Play with my money, shit won't go as planned (For sure, sure)
Gotta take more shots, get a good lead (For sure)
Keep takin' them shots 'til the rim bleeds
'Til I succeed, work like Little Steve
Workin' all day, I don't take no sick leave
In my sleep, hear click beats
Gotta keep swimmin' 'til that muh****in' ship leak
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what?
Oh, it's just, man, **** that
I just gotta let you know
I prolly shouldn't be talkin' like this, but
It's fine
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