Lyrics:
(4TN Ace)
“GRAHH”, “4TN FACE OF THE GC LIKE”,
Look, I said bitch i ain’t feeling it, i’m a hoe not a jit plus that i ain’t tryna commit,
I just fuck
I feel I'm the shit cause everybody talkin
I know I'm the shit
Cause everybody watchin uh!
I'm tryna make it to the top
But the top seems far
When
My Skin
A'ight now, I'm here to tell you, yes you
You are the baddest bitch in this entire world
And you betta not, haha
You betta not let anyone
turning heads
Still gon be clean blue black or red
With a bad ass bitch trying to give me head
But ain't none of these hoes
Gon get my bread
I like it, you
legit.
Aye! And I don't give fuck it's true,
I'm too brutal for y'all that ain't new,
These Niggas ain't grown for my shoes.
Ya heard me?
Check it! You
poor
I was holding onto hope by a thin cord
I be murdering these beats with a dull sword
See
Everything I do B
I could make it juicy
Paint you like
getting shot at school
For tryna fight a nigga
Imagine fuckin with a girl now
Killers in ya crib
Now that's a gritty bitch that's just
Gon get it how she
you thinking you must fight
So ya heart doesn't rush by
But I can tell ya lady ain't got
Nothing on mine (Nope)
When she shakes her little body
Man it
on beast mode
My niggas winning
Some blue doc and some weed smoke
My niggas winning
We still live by the G code niggas winning
My niggas winning my niggas
Shooting from the long range niggas thought my name trae
Too much money piled it wit a damn rake
Went through too much shit but im still the damn same
You
you wanna do, nigga
Aight, look, we tapped in
Shit, they ain't think I can do it
Shit, when I fin this whip they just might think I drive a NASCAR
say .. jus like i’m simon
I ain’t no average joe , all my shit exotic
Feel like trae in the a , bitch im really ballin
Na dis fit wasn’t cheap.. its
ogs
Hustle by the ear how I played it, staying slow to speak
And your time is everything, don't let them idles slowly creep
Best advice given play
don't even got to say it what's That shit up on yo playlist
Aight.... Got it.
Yeah I let my soul sing
Fucking yo bitch w no strings
Ion tell its
knowing that I gotta make
It running on my deadline
Giving out flat lines
Cause if you think that I'm feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its
So it's best, to stay the fuck away from Trae
[Trae]
When the fuck, these niggaz gon learn
I've been the realest thang, that done came in they life
through
Got my bruddas it don't matter what we been through
Isolate myself won't talk unless it's on the phone huh
Did it once by force
But this time it's
that pussy hot
I'm a hit her Fuckn spot she gone drop it like it's hot
Neva stress it and keep yo head up. Imma be aight
Never look for me in another man
I really appreciate, my friends
For being bitch ass niggas
Made me appreciate the nigga within myesef
Ain't no love, I won't pretend it's felt
I know
keep that motherfucker hot
This for all my bitches who gone go and get it poppin
Bitch drop it like its hot
the intestine
Tummy tuck for a peasant
Hoe I live in the present
Don't fuck up my zen, aight?
You at peace? then I'm at peace
And we fuck it up in the bed all
lie I don't even much rap like this but fuck it I'm pissed R.Kelly
Gotta be pretty for you to get hit missionary I pull out and nut on her belly
Bitch
that hopping fire with Trae, will get your bitch ass bled
So everyday it be the same, it's just me and my dogs
Back then I couldn't focus, I was blinded
Call this shit a metaphor
Yeah man I’m hitting da Norf
Intimate, infinite
Run it up like a [?] (God damn), bitch I’m imminent
Sever bro, Imma catch you
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