HoodRicch Zay - Mf Nigga

I ain't with all that gossiping

I'm a motherfucking nigga I ain't with all that gossiping
I'll rather run up in a crib and get to flocking shit
If it ain't bout dinero it ain't making no kinda sense
Shitting on these niggas I ain't never had a pot to piss
Momma tried to save me but i grew up round the politics
Copped me a .380 like i gotta make it out this bitch
While you was in the class getting A's on some scholar shit
I was in my bag with a eighth tryna profit it

I'm that motherfucking nigga ain't no question who the topic is
Think I'm slipping?
Run up on me gone be consequences
Hottest in my city i don't really see no competition
You can't face my wood this bitch kicking like a soccer scrimmage
Look give me a lick and ima pass that
You could give me the stick and ima blast that
Bullets coming opps steady ducking something like Aflac
No cap, she just get pound like a hashtag
Swear I could never love a bitch cause they choosy
Niggas better tuck they bitch cause she my choose me
Lately i been balling probably why they want to shoot me
These rap niggas thinking they the shit but they just dookie
Ima put it like this if you ain't tryna help me win, then you could lose me
It's HoodRicch Zay and that's with two C's
Could never try to be somebody else because I'm too me
Man y'all niggas is some groupies
When you shining they fuck with you but it's different when the storm hit
They watching me go viral man my life is like a porn clip
I'm cautious cause they tryna kill the kid like a abortion
I ain't hiding I been grinding late nights early mornings
Can't half ass really with the shit like i passed gas
Y'all that mad cause I'm a trending topic like a hashtag
Treat me like a joke and ima always get the last laugh
She want feelings but i can't catch those like a bad pass

Cause I'm a motherfucking nigga i ain't with all that gossiping
I'll rather run up in a crib and get to flocking shit
If it ain't bout dinero it ain't making no kinda sense
Shitting on these niggas I ain't never had a pot to piss
Momma tried to save me but i grew up round the politics
Copped me a .380 like i gotta make it out this bitch
While you was in the class getting A's on some scholar shit
I was in my bag with a eighth tryna profit it

I already got my nut why you still here bitch where yo Uber at
"Where my Hug at"
Bitch you better go check on google maps
You really think i need you then think again with yo clueless ass
Bitch you ain't a bag why would I ever chase yo stupid ass
Came from the bottom straight to the top from the trenches
Never made the honor roll list but always knew that i was gifted
He ain't never popped shit but stay popping it in my mentions
If you ain't finna drop a addy don't drop my name in yo sentence
And nigga no i don't bang but a fade ain't nothing
Ion gotta bang a set to leave a nigga lip busted
If it's beef then play ball but we ain't finna do no running
Applying pressure in every rap so niggas know just how I'm coming
Good dick got you questioning who I'm texting damn that shit annoying
"Who the fuck is this" Aww shit she finna be disappointed
Don't get it twisted I'm not yo nigga I'm just a dick appointment

Cause I'm a motherfucking nigga I ain't with all that gossiping
I'll rather run up in a crib and get to flocking shit
If it ain't bout dinero it ain't making no kinda sense
Shitting on these niggas I ain't never had a pot to piss
Momma tried to save me but i grew up round the politics
Copped me a .380 like i gotta make it out this bitch
While you was in the class getting A's on some scholar shit
I was in my bag with a eighth tryna profit it

I was my bag with a eighth tryna profit it
When I say eighth, that just mean we sell it by the eighth
Stupid

Written by:
Isaiah McGraw

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