CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : DMX

Scott, thank you for f**king with me
Helluva made this beat, baby
Yeah (think bout, when a n***a didn't have, when I told a joke)
Hahahaha (ay, didn't laugh, ay)

I think bout
When a n***a didn't have
When a n***a told a joke and the b*t*hes didn't laugh
Now they all in my DMs, ready to sock it to my pocket
All out of pocket, beggin' me to f**k with they ass
I think bout
When a n***a didn't have
When a n***a told a joke and the b*t*hes didn't laugh
It's all gravy, I need cash before the ass
Leave the car on, cause when I finish I'mma do the dash

20k my choosin' fee, you ain't got it, that's too bad
Bape trenchcoat on, look like I left sciencе class
b*t*h fire, her neck avеrage, I call her C class
Clip on that Glock long as hell, like Guapdad durag
High as kites off these Kyries, had to pour up to come down
Took that b*t*h to the fair since she like f**king with clowns
Look like I did the Hokey Pokey, for that bag I turn around
Up in Philly choppin' game with Trigga and OG Brown
b*t*h, how you like me now? Spent a bag on a smile
Start a moshpit with the thugs like we up at Rolling Loud
A fan stepped on my cleats, I start knockin' at the crowd
Took the tag off my purples, I don't like my drip loud