Block Boy B-Weezy - Oh No
Yeah yeah yeahOn the b on the biggest b
I dont know about yall but i be sitting back chilling
Riding with a k with my mind on the millions
Im lookin for a bigger house i dont wanna touch the ceiling
To come from nothing to have something i don't think you know the feeling
Keep a bitch on call she gotta be a eater
She telling me she love me shit i half way believe her
Lil baby got the plays on that shit so i keep her
And her daddy he that nigga i be gettin em for cheaper
Talk to levi im finna hit the road and meet him
Thats my dawg from the lou them niggas really out there eating
I was blind to the fakes it was hard for me to see em
When the loyalty dont match it aint hard for you to peep em
When she see you with a bag it aint hard for you to freak her
When you ain't nothing like her last it be hard for to leave her
Play with my money nigga you gone meet the reaper
I be chasing niggas down like the camera man on cheaters
I remember i was young i was giving niggas beaters
Then the beef got cold i start lashing niggas heaters
Old heads tell me im the one when they preaching
Sucka niggas hate me i been fuckin up the meter
Nah i aint the one to play with
The city know wassup with me i aint gotta say shit
I took a nigga in he lied on me that was snake shit
I know that nigga gone look stupid when he play this
All i do is talk facts i dont make diss
Bitch tryna fuck me off a song yeah ok bitch
Talking bout her favorite song pain its on her playlist
I aint lying ahk on ali i cant fake this
Niggas trippin fuck it then trip
It shit to get a load and make a stop through yo shit
Stop at the sucka store for some pop and some chips
And a 5 pack of woods and roll the wood in the whip
Aye they can't fuck with the kid
Bet a bitch tell her nigga he can't fuck with the kid
Bet a nigga tell his niggas they can't fuck with the kid
That's why everybody mad cause they can't fuck with the kid
Gang gang
Written by:
Brian Johnson
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