Rymez
Yo, ADP on beats boy
Don too cold, man like clothes, he like zoots, he like Benz
Always on road in the next mans ends
Tryna catch a paigon slippin', just to hit him with the skeng and that's mad
Cah he got a good girl and she badder than bad
Every man wan' beat but she ain't like that
Face too pretty but she got a little back
But the nigga ain't ready for a Don like that
Pull up, reverse' pull up, reverse, pull up' reverse, back it up
Pull up, reverse, man do it up the curb, all now when I see X-5's, mans swerve
I told shawty I don't trap, man rap, but try know I been a bad boy from birth
She loves jewels, she wants shoes, now it's gotta match that Prada purse
All now it's eighteen O's of dirt, all now I get a text from Sandra first
Hop in my foreign and I swerve (Skrr, swerve)
I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse (Yeah)
Heard you're tryna find out what I'm worth (Yeah, ahh)
Every time, pull out, I make sure that they feelings hurt (Bitch)
I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah (On my wrist, yeah)
Can't live like this, gotta ride 'round with a stick, yeah (Pew, pew, pew)
Catch me lackin' shoot me in the head, I ain't givin' up shit, yeah
And I wrote for ten years, mans ain't take no diss, yeah (Yeah)
She stylish and want a man like stylish
Walk with five in my jean, no Wyclef
Show that show, that's lightwork
Said I can't get apply from Trident
She wanna step and eat steak and lobster
I'm tryna make her cook steamed and fried fish
She likes sex and I like it too
Still make her mind colorful
I don't want my man on the road no more
I don't wanna do M, Fly O no more
Come home and come show me that
Who gonna answer when the fiends dem call?
Who's gonna answer when the feds dem knock?
Beatin' down doors and you're doing up spots
I know feds on me cah I got two stripes, yeah
I'm scared if they hit it with a third, I'm gone
It loves me, I gotta love it back
Course I do, 'cause it brought me back
I didn't trap, couldn't buy me a Gucci bag, so I bought me a cube of crack
Been in the trap for years, so you know that the gang ain't new to waps
Still tryna juggle this trap and rap, all of my fiends turn, facts
Hop in my foreign and I swerve (Skrr, swerve)
I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse (Yeah)
Heard you're tryna find out what I'm worth (Yeah, ahh)
Every time, pull out, I make sure that they feelings hurt (Bitch)
I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah (On my wrist, yeah)
Can't live like this, gotta ride 'round with a stick, yeah (Pew, pew, pew)
Catch me lackin' shoot me in the head, I ain't givin' up shit, yeah
And I wrote for ten years, mans ain't take no diss, yeah (Yeah)
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