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Boy don’t get played tryna be what you ain’t
Niggas know you a hoe you can’t hang with the gang
I’m with your bitch she gone give me that brain
You took the wrong path better stay in yo lane
They gone beg you for cents when they see that you change
And these bitches thirsty they die for the fame
But you shop for that lil bitty bop for a ring
I can’t cry bout a hoe I adopted the pain
Light em up turn that nigga to big spliff
I can’t be number two niggas Isaac the big shit
Put his ass in a box like it’s Christmas
Nigga you stressed bout a hoe it’s some shit that you missing
Booker T little bitch can you dig it
I got hitters with me they on go they gon hit if they dizzy
Touch me this shit gone get gritty
Nigga I use to talk to a baddie that hoe called me izzy
Nigga call me mufasa im king in this bitch
I ain’t giving no speech got a dream in this bitch
You controlled by your niggas with strings in this bitch
How your niggas your fans they ain’t streaming your shit
Bitches thots so I turned to a demon and shit
Get that pack run it back like I’m revis and shit
Said she ain’t fucking Ike you believing this shit
Boy I told you these hoes they deceiving and shit
You fell in a love cycle like you toosii
I’m kicking these hoes to the curb like I’m Bruce lee
Im rocking nikes I still want the Gucci
I think bout the bread niggas think bout the booty
I stay with the gang like it’s team umi zoomy
I be giving em energy feel like a chewy
Every time that we link niggas know it’s a movie
Why would I give it up for a mother fucking groupie
You going out sad niggas turn to a simp show
When I come in the room it light up like a disco
And I stand on all time imma step with my big toe
Unless I got two bitches can’t stay in the middle
Steady talking that shit you ain’t sending the drop though
My lil niggas stay in the field like the Broncos
Hang his legs in the air turn his ass to a mop hoe
Why the fuck would I trade a wifey for a thot hoe
It some shit that you can’t even do bout respect
Why you sticking around for a mother fucker check
Your bros ain’t your bros they gone aim at your neck
Think you making a brother they making a threat
And these niggas green like they play for the jets
But my niggas shooters they play for the nets
Bitch I’m a dog and I came from the vet
They gon make it get ugly I’m slanging a shrek
And I’m finna turn up cuz they made me upset
It is what is bitches made me a mess
All that snaking they doing gone make me the best
They don’t follow the rules so I made me a ref
I’m controlling the game nigga don’t get a tec
Turn your ass to the spirit you hating in flesh
These bullets hit at your ear make you death
Bitch i ain’t gone trip niggas know that I’m next

Written by:
Isaac Walker

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