$pida - Fukkit (feat. $ATORI)

Bust down (Yeah)
On my wrist
I'm making money, you been knowing this
Ain't ever tripping it is what it is
I never thought about selling them bricks
I never thought about toting them sticks (MM-yah)
It is what it is
I'm making money I been getting rich
I had no drip, now i'm taking your bitch
I never thought about living life (Life)
And you hating on me, wanna live in mine (Mine)
Said I came from the street, but that isn't right (Right)
Never popped me a bean i'm still feeling right (Right)
Gotta bad ass bitch, had to make her mine (Mine)
The way she going in, call her Megamind (Mind)
Better get up in your bag, you ain't getting mine (Mine)
All this coming from the head, I will never write (Tahaha)
All of this singing, and rapping, and trapping, no cap that i'm lacking at all
(Lacking at all)
Niggas be dissing, i'm not ever missing I smoke on his pack and put him on a song
(Him on a song)
Niggas want static, it could get tragic
I'll blast it like magic, i'm making that call (Making that call)
Came from the mud, lived under a rug, I could sell drugs, but i'd rather ball
(I'd rather ball)
You capping, you fraud
All my niggas don't do that we ball
Fucking her pussy it's bald
Beat up her walls
She never missing no calls
Getting this green, yeah this moss
Bitch i'm a boss
Niggas ain't shopping at Ross
We do no care bout the cost
That ain't no loss
Nigga we getting that money
Came from the mud, huh (Came from the mud)
Yeah, the trenches lil baby (Trenches)
I never should, huh (I never should, huh)
Should've been driving Mercedes (Should've been driving)
I wish you would, huh (I wish you would)
You gon die down to your babies
And if I could, huh
So poor was just me and my family
You niggas need get out my way
You bitches better get out my face
You a lil ass boy can't do that
I'm a grown ass man, been knew that
If there's a problem my brothers gon slide and we pull up with choppas
Cause havoc we shoot em
Like i'm Osama I carry that choppa if anyone just tryna see what this bitch do
Hollow tips shooting out, ain't gonna miss you
Got a new girl, like bitch I don't miss you
When I was young I was down on my ass
Doing dumb shit couldn't focus on class
Bitches be dirty, they cheat on their man
Karma will get you, it's coming in fast
Bitches be evil, like how you so dirty?
Doing you right, but you had to hurt me
Bust down (Yeah)
On my wrist
I'm making money, you been knowing this
Ain't ever tripping it is what it is
I never thought about selling them bricks
I never thought about toting them sticks (MM-yah)
It is what it is
I'm making money I been getting rich
I had no drip, now i'm taking your bitch (Taking your bitch)

Written by:
Dior Taswell

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