Lyrics
Rainn, production
I can't hear you what you sayin
She on her knees but she ain't prayin
Always knew I was the man
Way before I had them bands
Broke niggas wanna kill
But they really be some fans
How you up and he down
That can't really be your mans
You either fuckin' or you not
I ain't got time for makin' friends
I'm tryna make another knot
Cause shit can always hit the fan
My nigga went and copped a drum
But he ain't playin' in the band
Way before we hit the beach
We been gettin' it out the sand
One day you can be up
Next day you can be down
One day that hoe gon' fuck
Just gotta bring some bucks around
Gang gon' put that shit on
We ain't wearin' hand-me-downs
But I ain't gon' front like I didn't
That's why I'm really grindin' now
How the hell you gon' get the money
All you ever do is pout
Lil T know this shit ain't nothin
We been gettin' it out the mud
All they ever want is money
Try to show a nigga some love
They ain't with you in the gym
But they with you in the club
They ain't around for the L's
But come around for the Dubs
I can't make this shit up
I just really wanna fuck
I think she really know
She make it hard for to come around
I can't date my past bitch
It's hard for me to turn around
Lil' hoe steady askin' me for money
But can't hold me down
Niggas always wanna be loud
When its some hoes around
Keep my back door closed
I watch out for the triple cross
If he ain't never felt no pain
That man probably hella soft
Don't ask the plug for fronts
Knowing damn well you can't get it off
How the hell you put the beam on it
But you can't take it off
I'm steady takin' L's to the chest
I gotta shake it off
Niggas in my section strappin' hard
They don't play at all
We liftin' all these goddamn pounds
Just like a sports team
T posted up all day
He feelin' like Kareem
Momma say I'm wrong
Cause I be sellin' all these hoes dreams
Niggas claimin' they got real smoke
But it's really steam
Gotta pass the ball to your niggas
If you can't help the team
Boy you want some money
You gotta work
You can't be out here dreamin
They pick me last at the gym
Act like they couldn't see me
I'm the one that set the damn trend
These niggas wanna be me
Smokin' exotics got me gone
Feel like I'm a genie
Hoes always wanna call my phone
Act like she gon' leave me
I can't keep her man this bitch
She be steady teasin
She probably used to lame, niggas
That's the only reason
I been humble for too long
Nigga, this my season
I'm the type to do my own thing
I ain't with the pleasin
She steady hit my DM's
She just tryna tease me
All these damn scratches on my car
Think a bitch done keyed me
I can't hear you, what you sayin'
She on her knees, but she ain't prayin
Always knew I was the man
Way before I had them bands
Broke niggas wanna kill
But they really be some fans
How you up and he down
That can't really be your mans
You either fuckin' or you not
I ain't got time for makin' friends
I'm tryna make another knot
Cause shit can always hit the fan
My nigga went and copped a drum
But he ain't playin' in the band
Way before we hit the beach
We been gettin' it out the sand
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isaiah moore
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