CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : IN THE BEGINNING
Oh, oh
Da-da, oh
Who see me? Hmm
Oh, oh
Hmm
Hmm, la-la, la-la
Uh, da-da
b*t*h I did this by myself
Nobody was checkin' on me like last year
Made it out, it's a problem, now these b*t*hes claimin' they helped
You should tell me "I'm sorry", for callin' me with all that bullsh*t
b*t*h told me "I ain't bout it", we be violatin' that full clip
Told her "That's on everything, yeah", got my opp b*t*h on the floor beggin' for wedding rings
And these n***as hatin' on me, they all pu**y, you know they all fake
b*t*h you don't know me, bang it out on broad day (Yeah)
Tell a b*t*h I want my guap, you know we keep them guns heavy
c*mmin' all up in her face, b*t*h what you call that c*mfetti
I ain't runnin' from nobody, we gon' leave 'em done empty
Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30
All these n***as 'round me strapped, that be the reason why he mad (Mad)
So addicted to this smoke, my mother researchin' rehab
b*t*h I'm really from the A, no none of these n***as know me that well
Ended up robbin' my father, for his coke I want that cash well
Sniper get 'em, I don't play 'bout my shorty, he shootin' well (Boom)
How you claimin' you a huncho, in real life you by yourself?
'Cause if I kill you, ain't nobody gon' give a f**k about your death
You really pu**y, actin' like you gangster, lyin' to yourself (Oh, oh)
I swear to God I might go off a n***a, catch 'em woppin', n***a (Oh, oh)
Run in the bank, I gotta package, twenty thousand dollars, n***a (Oh, oh)
I just wanna know why, they keep talkin' on a n***a? (Oh, oh)
Grab your b*t*h then make her fly, show her who a boss n***a
Real rap, my ex ain't really love a n***a, hmm
I'm traumatized from all this love, my n***a
Soon as I go turn my back, they throwin' subs, my n***a
That man callin' me his brother 'cause I'm up, my n***a
Bought a b*t*h a Birkin bag, yes I'm too lit, brother
We throw big colors
Big dripper, leavin' big puddles with my big brothers
That be meanin' we all live together, that's a big hustle
Shout out Bando, he ain't missin' nothin', we got big guns, it could get done
Hoppin' off a jet, I got the drop, my brodie swervin' off (Yeah)
Heard she really f**kin' with a broke n***a, she hurtin' now (f**k 'em)
You ain't even got no money to talk to me like first of all (Ayy)
Yeah you got me bad, in my bag, got a purpose now
Got a lot to say, I'm holdin' back 'cause I don't give a f**k (Nah)
Gangsters move in silence, he was talkin', I'm still pullin' up
My new shorty mad 'cause I was in the studio workin' hard
Like b*t*h, I'm really workin' now
b*t*h I did this by myself (Oh)
Nobody was checkin' on me like last year
Made it out, it's a problem, now these b*t*hes claimin' they helped (Yeah)
You should tell me "I'm sorry", for callin' me with all that bullsh*t
b*t*h told me "I ain't bout it", we be violatin' that full clip
Told her "That's on everything, yeah", got my opp b*t*h on the floor beggin' for wedding rings
And these n***as hatin' on me, they all pu**y, you know they all fake (All fake)
b*t*h you don't know me, bang it out on broad day (Broad)
Tell a b*t*h I want my guap, you know we keep them guns heavy
c*mmin' all up in her face, b*t*h what you call that c*mfetti
I ain't runnin' from nobody, we gon' leave 'em done empty (On God, yeah)
Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30 (Own .30)
All these n***as 'round me strapped, that be the reason why he mad (Mad)
So addicted to this smoke, my mother researchin' rehab (Yeah)
b*t*h I'm really from the A, no none of these n***as know me that well (Know me that well)
Ended up robbin' my father, for his coke I want that cash well (I want that cash, brodie)
That's on everything, yeah
Beggin' for wedding rings
They all pu**y, you know they all fake
Yes I'm too lit, brother
Who see me?
See me on the TV
Showin' all my VVS
[?]
Da-da, oh
Who see me? Hmm
Oh, oh
Hmm
Hmm, la-la, la-la
Uh, da-da
b*t*h I did this by myself
Nobody was checkin' on me like last year
Made it out, it's a problem, now these b*t*hes claimin' they helped
You should tell me "I'm sorry", for callin' me with all that bullsh*t
b*t*h told me "I ain't bout it", we be violatin' that full clip
Told her "That's on everything, yeah", got my opp b*t*h on the floor beggin' for wedding rings
And these n***as hatin' on me, they all pu**y, you know they all fake
b*t*h you don't know me, bang it out on broad day (Yeah)
Tell a b*t*h I want my guap, you know we keep them guns heavy
c*mmin' all up in her face, b*t*h what you call that c*mfetti
I ain't runnin' from nobody, we gon' leave 'em done empty
Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30
All these n***as 'round me strapped, that be the reason why he mad (Mad)
So addicted to this smoke, my mother researchin' rehab
b*t*h I'm really from the A, no none of these n***as know me that well
Ended up robbin' my father, for his coke I want that cash well
Sniper get 'em, I don't play 'bout my shorty, he shootin' well (Boom)
How you claimin' you a huncho, in real life you by yourself?
'Cause if I kill you, ain't nobody gon' give a f**k about your death
You really pu**y, actin' like you gangster, lyin' to yourself (Oh, oh)
I swear to God I might go off a n***a, catch 'em woppin', n***a (Oh, oh)
Run in the bank, I gotta package, twenty thousand dollars, n***a (Oh, oh)
I just wanna know why, they keep talkin' on a n***a? (Oh, oh)
Grab your b*t*h then make her fly, show her who a boss n***a
Real rap, my ex ain't really love a n***a, hmm
I'm traumatized from all this love, my n***a
Soon as I go turn my back, they throwin' subs, my n***a
That man callin' me his brother 'cause I'm up, my n***a
Bought a b*t*h a Birkin bag, yes I'm too lit, brother
We throw big colors
Big dripper, leavin' big puddles with my big brothers
That be meanin' we all live together, that's a big hustle
Shout out Bando, he ain't missin' nothin', we got big guns, it could get done
Hoppin' off a jet, I got the drop, my brodie swervin' off (Yeah)
Heard she really f**kin' with a broke n***a, she hurtin' now (f**k 'em)
You ain't even got no money to talk to me like first of all (Ayy)
Yeah you got me bad, in my bag, got a purpose now
Got a lot to say, I'm holdin' back 'cause I don't give a f**k (Nah)
Gangsters move in silence, he was talkin', I'm still pullin' up
My new shorty mad 'cause I was in the studio workin' hard
Like b*t*h, I'm really workin' now
b*t*h I did this by myself (Oh)
Nobody was checkin' on me like last year
Made it out, it's a problem, now these b*t*hes claimin' they helped (Yeah)
You should tell me "I'm sorry", for callin' me with all that bullsh*t
b*t*h told me "I ain't bout it", we be violatin' that full clip
Told her "That's on everything, yeah", got my opp b*t*h on the floor beggin' for wedding rings
And these n***as hatin' on me, they all pu**y, you know they all fake (All fake)
b*t*h you don't know me, bang it out on broad day (Broad)
Tell a b*t*h I want my guap, you know we keep them guns heavy
c*mmin' all up in her face, b*t*h what you call that c*mfetti
I ain't runnin' from nobody, we gon' leave 'em done empty (On God, yeah)
Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30 (Own .30)
All these n***as 'round me strapped, that be the reason why he mad (Mad)
So addicted to this smoke, my mother researchin' rehab (Yeah)
b*t*h I'm really from the A, no none of these n***as know me that well (Know me that well)
Ended up robbin' my father, for his coke I want that cash well (I want that cash, brodie)
That's on everything, yeah
Beggin' for wedding rings
They all pu**y, you know they all fake
Yes I'm too lit, brother
Who see me?
See me on the TV
Showin' all my VVS
[?]
