Yung Sheenn - Message

Once again, we on that
I ain't even finna tweak like that
I'm out here proving to myself, that I don't need to make a list
I was down bad, niggas poured a three up with some tris
Why everybody hate me, I know what it's like for Chris
I'm out here tryna make a milly like my name is Richie Rich
Gotta thirty with a dick, pass it to Sleezy he won't miss
Hope you got the damn message i ain't finna repeat shit
No, no, no
I hope you got the damn message, I ain't finna repeat shit
I just drop songs, don't care if it's hit or miss
Glock came with a dick, it might jus fuck you in ya shit
Swear I be out my mind, I don't be thinking and shit
I know we finna make it, told broski we finna be rich
I had to let em know this shit finna triple
Bottom of the barrel, clip gon make yo bite yo gristle
You know I'll hit yo bitch all off da dribble
Lil baby texted me, asked if I cheat, I said a little
Yeah i know I'm the shit
Rich as hell and arrogant
Boutta quit my fuckin job and go all crazy with this shit
Bout to buy a brand new Patek, and flood it for the hell of it
You know that this exotic D pack, you can tell from the smell of it
I had to let em know this the start of it
You know that if I start the shit, then I'ma finish it
This glock I got here, it came with a cooling kit
Finna Swiss cheese yo whip, with this lil switch and shit
What you wanna drink, I know you tired of my soda
But I don't really care, so I'ma pour it over
I had met you on the coast of Florida
I had the telly, I had told you come over
Niggas really hoes in disguise, just like Rupaul
I ball like 23, you know that's over all
Yo boyfriend serving perks, that's really Tylenol
Lemme bring you to the mall, you know me I'll buy it all
Yo nigga want some smoke, K3, he had got involved
You out here in my city, yeah I'ma show you off
Yeah, I'ma show you off
You said you from outta state, so you don't it all
I'm out here proving to myself, that I don't need to make a list
I was down bad, niggas poured a three up with some tris
Why everybody hate me, I know what it's like for Chris
I'm out here tryna make a milly like my name is Richie Rich
Gotta thirty with a dick, pass it to Sleezy he won't miss
Hope you got the damn message i ain't finna repeat shit
No, no, no
I hope you got the damn message, I ain't finna repeat shit

Written by:
Joshua Eduzor

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