Give me a milli, I'm taking off
really the type to nev er bend
fuck the hype, I'm losing friends
Should just do them tonight,
it's a movement in my hands
You was proving me wrong,
texting niggas on the gram
You was proof of the pudding,
you was flexing like a ham
I was out in the streets,
you was stressing out with scams
Told you switch to the grams,
you started hating like your mans
You got his dick in your hands, you
know he hit you for them bands
Why you coming at me? You might be
he be tripping off them xans
I was thinking you was fam
I'ma let twelve get you, them paper
plates can get you jammed
Send shells to you, I'd rather
I ain't tryna shake your hand
Them people leading you wrong,
you tried to play me like a fan
You wasn't creeping along,
nigga keep it hundred grand
You wasn't looking for niggas,
you was beeping niggas phones
Got a crew of young niggas who'll
Sneak dissing for bitches,
that's why I put it on a song
I'm getting filthy when it snow
Shooting craps with a fifty,
but really you niggas broke
You rushing back with them giffies, you silly,
just taking piccys at the store
but I ain't get it for the low
You was talking in trace,
you could've called your only bro
I be lost in them states,
balling with my youngest ho
I'ma floss with this cake, and leak it,
But I'm off of your case, just
had to let you niggas know
but I bet you niggas won't
I'm guessing you a yes man, what the hell,
That's my real left hand,
got real, she snatch the boat
I'm guessing you a yes man, what the hell,