CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : F12 Freestyle
(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)
(Hurt, what it do)
(Yo, Kavi)
Aye, aye
Hunnid racks
N***as playing they that sh*t, they on runnin' back
In the A, I don't know what I'm finna do
I be bored in L.A., with a hunnid bad b*t*hes around me, I don't know nothin' 'bout that
I get bread every way, so I don't give a f**k if I really don't get my account back
N***a signed to a label, they bottin' his views, to be honest we don't really count that
Took a L, n***a, I'm finna bounce back
She got a**, so I'm watchin' it bounce back
makin' a bounce back
Took it down and he ain't even like that
You get jumped, n***a you ain't even fight back
You gon' die if yo a** wanna try that
I'm in her mouth, n***a Trident
Pop a 10 so I'm changing the climatе
Do a show and the fans tryna climb in
1500, you know what my tribe is
Rockstar life, boy you don't wanna try this
That n***a [?] hе got a lil itis
My money addin', b*t*h yo money minus
I'm in her dream, b*t*h I'm feelin' like [?]
I can't die, boy you not finna line us
I got some shooters in North Carolina
You tryna hide, n***a we finna find you
B*t*h I'm the G.O.A.T., they ain't need no reminder
B*t*h I been earnin' my stripes like a tiger
My n***a stay in the street, like a biker
B*t*h I could do this all day, don't get tired
Act like a angel, I know she a liar
Walk in the booth, and I set it on fire
These n***a money, went flat like a tire
I'm movin' drugs, n***a I'm the supplier
I'm off the drug, n***a I'm gettin' higher
[?], you ain't even get hired
Play with my money, b*t*h you could get fired
B*t*h on her knees, like a damn forty-niner
I'm rockin' [?], I'm gettin' flyer
Stunt at the show, I ain't postin' a flyer
Stealin' the swag, but we already did that
These n***as b*t*h, man, I really don't get that
I'm with my gang, and we pushin' yo sh*t back
Send me yo song, I put it where the sh*t at
'Cause that sh*t a**, n***a
I'm in the G63, goin' 200, you f**k around, sh*t gettin' bad, n***a
I don't really say too much, but I got sons, I'm yo dad, n***a
Hunnid racks on me, I said it at first, I'ma say it again, "Get a bag, n***a"
These n***as really try to hop on my beats, to be honest with you, that sh*t trash, n***a
N***a said, "Pull up like twenty-some racks", I just looked at his a**, and I laughed, n***a
Billboard money, y'all n***as still flexin' that PPP loan, that sh*t sad, n***a
I can not f**k with these n***as no more, they be leakin' my sh*t on the apps, n***a
I f**k that bih from the front, and the back, I'ma bust a lil' nut on her a**, n***a
Glock got a switch, and this sh*t get to glitchin', that f**k n***a started to lag, n***a
(Hurt, what it do)
(Yo, Kavi)
Aye, aye
Hunnid racks
N***as playing they that sh*t, they on runnin' back
In the A, I don't know what I'm finna do
I be bored in L.A., with a hunnid bad b*t*hes around me, I don't know nothin' 'bout that
I get bread every way, so I don't give a f**k if I really don't get my account back
N***a signed to a label, they bottin' his views, to be honest we don't really count that
Took a L, n***a, I'm finna bounce back
She got a**, so I'm watchin' it bounce back
makin' a bounce back
Took it down and he ain't even like that
You get jumped, n***a you ain't even fight back
You gon' die if yo a** wanna try that
I'm in her mouth, n***a Trident
Pop a 10 so I'm changing the climatе
Do a show and the fans tryna climb in
1500, you know what my tribe is
Rockstar life, boy you don't wanna try this
That n***a [?] hе got a lil itis
My money addin', b*t*h yo money minus
I'm in her dream, b*t*h I'm feelin' like [?]
I can't die, boy you not finna line us
I got some shooters in North Carolina
You tryna hide, n***a we finna find you
B*t*h I'm the G.O.A.T., they ain't need no reminder
B*t*h I been earnin' my stripes like a tiger
My n***a stay in the street, like a biker
B*t*h I could do this all day, don't get tired
Act like a angel, I know she a liar
Walk in the booth, and I set it on fire
These n***a money, went flat like a tire
I'm movin' drugs, n***a I'm the supplier
I'm off the drug, n***a I'm gettin' higher
[?], you ain't even get hired
Play with my money, b*t*h you could get fired
B*t*h on her knees, like a damn forty-niner
I'm rockin' [?], I'm gettin' flyer
Stunt at the show, I ain't postin' a flyer
Stealin' the swag, but we already did that
These n***as b*t*h, man, I really don't get that
I'm with my gang, and we pushin' yo sh*t back
Send me yo song, I put it where the sh*t at
'Cause that sh*t a**, n***a
I'm in the G63, goin' 200, you f**k around, sh*t gettin' bad, n***a
I don't really say too much, but I got sons, I'm yo dad, n***a
Hunnid racks on me, I said it at first, I'ma say it again, "Get a bag, n***a"
These n***as really try to hop on my beats, to be honest with you, that sh*t trash, n***a
N***a said, "Pull up like twenty-some racks", I just looked at his a**, and I laughed, n***a
Billboard money, y'all n***as still flexin' that PPP loan, that sh*t sad, n***a
I can not f**k with these n***as no more, they be leakin' my sh*t on the apps, n***a
I f**k that bih from the front, and the back, I'ma bust a lil' nut on her a**, n***a
Glock got a switch, and this sh*t get to glitchin', that f**k n***a started to lag, n***a
