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[Intro]

(Jit cooked this one)

[Chorus]

Everybody beggin' me for attention, I can't lie, that shit gettin' on my nerves

Keep sayin' that's your favorite song and don't even know the words

Came from nothin' and got a bag, I don't need no splurge

Uh, uh, go, go

Ain't gotta duck, they hit the flash 'cause they can't see behind this five percent

Niggas wish they was me, that's why they mad, that shit don't make no sense

Thuggin' hard, we used to penny pinch

Handsome, I could fuck on any bitch

Right now I'm celibate

[Verse 1]

Quick to sell lil' bitch a dream

Turn up a ho, we should team

Attitude like my ho mean

Fuck the sweep, clear the whole scene

I'll make a nigga get down, I don't play fair

You witness this, your shit get splitted, I'd never care

She play with my feelings, feel my heart tap

I can't feel it beat, don't think my heart there

All I do keep it real, can't lie, that shit rare

Been thuggin', you a bum, just thug it out, you gotta sit there

What I spent on my wrist, nigga, that's brick fair

What I spent in my mouth, nigga, that's brick fair

If you see me 'round, just know a switch there

I get mad so fuckin' easy, please try not to stare

She like it rough, hit from the back, I'm pullin' on her hair

She like it rough, I might fuck 'round, hit this bitch with a chair

Never been to the Chi', but I still fuck all my hoes there

He try to slide, they send Li Rye, the young niggas who brought the pole there

[Chorus]

Everybody beggin' me for attention, I can't lie, that shit gettin' on my nerves

Keep sayin' that's your favorite song and don't even know the words

Came from nothin' and got a bag, I don't need no splurge

Uh, uh, go, go

Ain't gotta duck, they hit the flash 'cause they can't see behind this five percent

Niggas wish they was me, that's why they mad, that shit don't make no sense

Thuggin' hard, we used to penny pinch

Handsome, I could fuck on any bitch

Right now I'm celibate

[Verse 2]

On the dada, I only sip a deuce and pop two RP fifteens

Free lil' Rod, remember plug callin' them split screens

We clutch the same sticks off Call of Duty, split screen

Aim this bitch at his head, we probably don't even let the bitch scream

I know real serial killers, nigga, who the fuck is Scream?

Like Jason Voorhees or somethin'

Hit the from the back, I grab her waist, ayy, bae, come here, don't try to run

Drop a diss, get sacrificed, add my own killer on the sum

We been steppin' on shit, that boy ain't be the only one

Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt (Jit cooked this one)

That's how it sound whenever we hit they block 'cause they don't shoot back

Clutch a Draco in my purple jeans, you run up and get blew back

And we been the ones steppin' on shit, lil' bitch, you should've knew that

We keep switchin' these niggas' heads, make it messy where his crew at

On Percs and lean, I'm an addict, yeah, chew that

We been the ones steppin' on shit, yeah, true that

I'ma swallow that Perc' hard, I'm finna chew that

She wanna crush it up, put it in her nose, bitch, we don't do that

On this Perc' I'm tryna fuck, bae, where you at?

Them boys gon' step on you in broad day, you should've knew that

Frrt, frrt, frrt

That's how it sound, we hit they block 'cause they ain't blew back

They don't shoot back

You should've knew that

Should've knew that, uh

[Chorus]

Everybody beggin' me for attention, I can't lie, that shit gettin' on my nerves

Keep sayin' that's your favorite song and don't even know the words

Came from nothin' and got a bag, I don't need no splurge

Uh, uh, go, go

Ain't gotta duck, they hit the flash 'cause they can't see behind this five percent

Niggas wish they was me, that's why they mad, that shit don't make no sense

Thuggin' hard, we used to penny pinch

Handsome, I could fuck on any bitch

Right now I'm celibate