[Verse 1: Mozzy]
I'd rather bang what I'm banging
I'd never switch sides, you a goddamn liar
Heard he tryna play the middle, that's what got his ass fried
Prints on the shell so [?] all the time
I'd never tell, hell na, I'd rather die
Ain't no white flags over here, I'd rather slide
I'd never tell, hell nah, I'd rather die
Bitch it ain't no white flags over here, rather slide
How I'm 'pposed to chill with this money on my mind?
I'mma double right back, shit's money on the linе
Fuck her from behind, but I'd rather gеt the neck
She my lil brother type, so I let him get her next
Took the bitch EBT and ran off for the check
We don't do it for the fame, bitch, we do it for the set
Pull up on a sucker and do it with no regrets
I just bought the hood guns, these niggas'd rather flex
[Chorus: Rocky Badd]
I'd rather keep shit quiet
I'd rather keep shit solid
Broke boy, keep out of my pockets
That's the type of shit that get violent
Niggas stay lying
I already know who ain't got it
I don't give a fuck what niggas bought
I cut a fuck nigga off
Lame ass niggas just soft
Bitch ass niggas just talk
You can tell I'm a boss by the walk
[Verse 2: Rocky Badd]
A hundred, I ain't even gotta talk
Bitches gon die when they caught
I don't give a fuck about jail
Bitch, I don't ever call 12
I'd rather go to hell, just to touch a lil bitch who ain't never seen a cell
I'd rather ride on my feet
Grown not a freak, put this fat puss where a nigga speak
Make him leave some cash 'fore he leave
Or make him leave the cash cause I'm mean
These hoes ain't nothing like B
Tell me why they brag when its cheap?
Pussy weak as shit and it's free
I'll smack the brows off a bitch
I ain't gettin loud for a bitch
I'd rather *BLOW* me a bitch
I'mma spit on hoes just for laughing
Can't fool me, cause I'm hip and I know hoes cappin
Imma make these bum hoes pack it
Be cool with the tool I refuse to hear I'm ever caught lackin'
I don't drop beef somebody gon die, nigga
Puttin' money up and rockin my side niggas
Still tatted up, but pretty but thighs thicker
You threw that on a bitch? I'd probably just buy liquor
Fuck it run a tab, you payin' so I'll tip her
Hoes head better, don't matter, cause I don't kiss her
Imma do the dash for cash, cause I don't miss her
Come into my cash, this bag is why I flip it
[Chorus: Rocky Badd]
I'd rather keep shit quiet
I'd rather keep shit solid
Broke boy, keep out of my pockets
That's the type of shit that get violent
Niggas stay lying
I already know who ain't got it
I don't give a fuck what niggas bought
I cut a fuck nigga off
Lame ass niggas just soft
Bitch ass niggas just talk
You can tell I'm a boss by the walk
[Verse 3: Rocky Badd]
Running to a bag and it's heavy, woah
Imma show my ass when I'm ready, woah
He don't got no cash, and he petty
And got a flatbed like a Chevy, no
Niggas sleep more than they hustle
Probably paranoid in the jungle
Probably went to school with some bubbles
Go to your room when in trouble
Nigga grab some food or a muzzle
Replace these niggas, these bitches, yeah
I don't chase these bitches, nah
I erase these bitches, uh
And I don't save these bitches
Talk want it, hoe, come and get it
Foot on they necks, it's been put for a minute
Ride with a shooter, but windows is tinted
I'm bout that life, and these bitches not in it
No, kicking bitches out like a kickstand
It ain't hard to find where the bums at
And if you still broke when you come back
Please don't tell nobody this a comeback
All my niggas on go
All my bitches want smoke
Can't eat with them, they broke
Can't beef with them, they hoes
[Chorus: Rocky Badd]
I'd rather keep shit quiet
I'd rather keep shit solid
Broke boy, keep out of my pockets
That's the type of shit that get violent
Niggas stay lying
I already know who ain't got it
I don't give a fuck what niggas bought
I cut a fuck nigga off
Lame ass niggas just soft
Bitch ass niggas just talk
You can tell I'm a boss by the walk
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