CORRECT LYRICS
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I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the f*ck wrong with him?"
Tryna beef over some p*ssy, that's funny (That's funny)
Can't believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho p*ssy better be squirtin' out money
Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'
But it's okay, I understand, you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin' that dick in her stomach
I can't be beefin' bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin' old
Knowin' that p*ssy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin' me that these niggas ain't real (Ain't real, f*ck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon' squeal (Gon' squeal)
These bitches ain't shit, these niggas ain't real (Ain't real)
Keep playin', your ass f*ck 'round and get killed
What's goin' on, bro, I heard you been trippin' (Was trippin')
I thought you kept it real from beginnin'
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can't believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin'
Yeah, you turned cold, I can't f*ck with you
It's like that Molly done turned you into a f*ck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a f*ck nigga
And that's truth, this... ain't f*ckin' with you at all
And Lil Baby snapped, but this f*ck nigga ain't my dawg
That ain't my dawg no more
That ain't my dawg (No)
That ain't my dawg no more (Nah)
I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the f*ck wrong with—"
I can't be f*ckin' with none of these niggas
'Cause all of these niggas be actin' like bitches
You know that I'm straight out of Indian River
I don't give no f*ck about none of these niggas
We just tryna run up this mothaf*ckin' skrilla
All of my niggas, they really some killers
See you a p*ssy, I used to f*ck with you
But then you turned cold on me, nigga what's up?
I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can't go like that)
Can't believe you switched up like a ho like that
Like bruh, I know you ain't got many hoes like that
I would have let you have the bitch
I would have let you smash the bitch
I don't give a f*ck, nigga (What?)
'Cause you're still a f*ck nigga (What?)
And that time you let me hold your pistol
You should have bucked, nigga
Wait, I should've bucked you, nigga
But now I'm feelin' like f*ck you, nigga (f*ck you)
And if this chopper ever catch you, it's hungry
It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin'
All of these bitches, they wasn't even missin' me
Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
I thought that we were 51-50, but you could never be with us
These niggas claim they f*ck with us, but really be the enemy
I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the f*ck wrong with him?"
Tryna beef over some p*ssy, that's funny (That's funny)
Can't believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho p*ssy better be squirtin' out money
Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'
But it's okay, I understand, you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
And you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the f*ck wrong with him?"
Tryna beef over some p*ssy, that's funny (That's funny)
Can't believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho p*ssy better be squirtin' out money
Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'
But it's okay, I understand, you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin' that dick in her stomach
I can't be beefin' bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin' old
Knowin' that p*ssy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin' me that these niggas ain't real (Ain't real, f*ck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon' squeal (Gon' squeal)
These bitches ain't shit, these niggas ain't real (Ain't real)
Keep playin', your ass f*ck 'round and get killed
What's goin' on, bro, I heard you been trippin' (Was trippin')
I thought you kept it real from beginnin'
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can't believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin'
Yeah, you turned cold, I can't f*ck with you
It's like that Molly done turned you into a f*ck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a f*ck nigga
And that's truth, this... ain't f*ckin' with you at all
And Lil Baby snapped, but this f*ck nigga ain't my dawg
That ain't my dawg no more
That ain't my dawg (No)
That ain't my dawg no more (Nah)
I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the f*ck wrong with—"
I can't be f*ckin' with none of these niggas
'Cause all of these niggas be actin' like bitches
You know that I'm straight out of Indian River
I don't give no f*ck about none of these niggas
We just tryna run up this mothaf*ckin' skrilla
All of my niggas, they really some killers
See you a p*ssy, I used to f*ck with you
But then you turned cold on me, nigga what's up?
I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can't go like that)
Can't believe you switched up like a ho like that
Like bruh, I know you ain't got many hoes like that
I would have let you have the bitch
I would have let you smash the bitch
I don't give a f*ck, nigga (What?)
'Cause you're still a f*ck nigga (What?)
And that time you let me hold your pistol
You should have bucked, nigga
Wait, I should've bucked you, nigga
But now I'm feelin' like f*ck you, nigga (f*ck you)
And if this chopper ever catch you, it's hungry
It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin'
All of these bitches, they wasn't even missin' me
Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
I thought that we were 51-50, but you could never be with us
These niggas claim they f*ck with us, but really be the enemy
I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the f*ck wrong with him?"
Tryna beef over some p*ssy, that's funny (That's funny)
Can't believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho p*ssy better be squirtin' out money
Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'
But it's okay, I understand, you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
And you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
