Bullshit

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Matt Movin'

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Pablo is crazy
Yeah
Movin
Ay
She said I was broke
Nope
She said I was broke and told me I wouldn’t be shit
Now she all up on the phone tryna get back on the dick
I was sleeping on the floor scraping bowls hitting licks
Drama had me up in yos big ole 40 on my hip
I don’t think they really live it I don’t take most rappers serious
Cuz I wrapped them packs delivered it ducked my P.O. just to get it
Shot up tryna smash these bitches left me dying in front the fences
Carved up by some opposition I done really been caught slipping
I know that feeling something missin til you go and pay em back
Devil all up in your ear saying that bitch know where they at
Now she bout to go through hell and learn what happens when you lack
Keep that peace shit to yourself cuz this is war and bitch I’m mad
Diamonds dancing on my body like I paid them hoes to smash
Bought the bitch right out the lobby just to flex a whole bag
I don’t hear these haters talking they ain’t got enough to chat
Tryna book me say I’m cocky they ain’t got enough for Matt
That on that yeah
I ain’t got time for that bullshit homie
Killer by my side and it’s a full clip on me
Hate come when you shine that be that bullshit don’t it
They can’t stop the grind they put that bullshit on you
But that don’t stop nothin’ got a hundred different hustles
One thing bout me I get money and it started off the muscle
I’ma talk my shit cuz can’t nobody take it from me
So run and tell em miss me wit that bullshit homie
Got way too much of that block in me to really ever leave me
Ain’t quiet cause I’m shy bitch I’m probably in here scheming
I came up in the spot round some real live demons
Say my name might get you shot swear I ain’t even gotta speak it they creeping
Ever take it out my hand you ain’t gon rob shit but yourself
I can make a hundred bands wit a choppa and some scales
Know some swangs who like to swag I could drop you for a belt
All my gangstas bout a bag bitch take your problems somewhere else
Cuz this ain’t drama I bring hell and I’ma take it where you won’t
Them bullets knocking through your crib mane they ain’t waiting at no door
No one to call cuz you ain’t real and all that flaugin’ got you froze
And I ain’t stopping til you hit bitch f*ck the rah rah I want smoke
F*ck a million I want more or they gon put me back end Glock masked
I’m different told the homies shit we bout to buy the block back
Hanging out the window throwing trays up cuz we bout that
Banging like some kenwoods showing haters they can’t stop that all that
I ain’t got time for that bullshit homie
Killer by my side and it’s a full clip on me
Hate come when you shine that be that bullshit don’t it
They can’t stop the grind they put that bullshit on you
But that don’t stop nothin’ got a hundred different hustles
One thing bout me I get money and it started off the muscle
I’ma talk my shit cuz can’t nobody take it from me
So run and tell em miss me wit that bullshit homie
Yeah yeah

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