So Serious

Mhm... hey... Boys slid through the block and you told nigga It was smoke then you uhh froze nigga Big gun, make you strip she a gold digger You ain’t pimping you just fuckin on them hoe bitches Going once, going twice, sold nigga Got respect in my hood like a old nigga Clout chasin I can see it on yo clothes nigga Spent a band on them bottles and you still ain’t get the hoes Aye she give me neck, top, head and the dome Nah this ain’t a drop top, bitch I’m taking off the doors Aye I can send you to yo God with this pole How you tell the bitch to choose and get mad when she chose Aye pipe down, pipe down, pipe down he wanna fight now Pipe down, pipe down, pipe down we got the pipes round Pipe down, yeah yo bitch was getting piped down Banging on the walls like PGE just cut the lights out Thought you was the one cuz in the party you got yiked down I’m digging in her guts like it’s something I’m trynna find out Then told her get out, get out, get out, bitch it’s hot now Don’t you got a man, some friends, some plots now Thought she was gon cook, she started looking for some pots now We can do this shit polite or you gon get yo ass locked out Like good night, good night, good night bitch I’m trynna sleep Yeah I want some food but not with you that’s Rest In Peace I ain’t good at math but me and you that shit not be My landlord tripping, can’t have guests that ain’t on the lease Like bitch, bitch, bitch, why don’t you get it Put 2 and 2 together, I just hit it now I quit it You sum like a snack, I need breakfast lunch and dinner You used to fucking with a loser, you ain’t fucking with this winner Boys slid through the block and you told nigga It was smoke then you uhh froze nigga Big gun, make you strip she a gold digger You ain’t pimping you just fuckin on them hoe bitches Going once, going twice, sold nigga Got respect in my hood like a old nigga Clout chasin I can see it on yo clothes nigga Spent a band on them bottles and you still ain’t get the hoes Aye she give me neck, top, head and the dome Nah this ain’t a drop top, bitch I’m taking off the doors Aye I can send you to yo God with this pole How you tell the bitch to choose and get mad when she chose Aye you iced out with the chain and the golds But the bitch left with me and I ain’t got my shit on Aye you be telling niggas dirt to get hoes So I can’t tell a nigga shit but I might put it in a song Been the nigga this shit was never a accident I was born the shit, my momma must’ve fed me laxatives Niggas always talkin out they necks all cap with it If she ain’t got it when she came I bet she coming back with it Niggas sleeping on me oh that must be too must activist I got the toys in my bags like Santa did Ain’t get no presents I must’ve just been the baddest kid I was good at math so money I’m not subtracting it You either got the biggest heart or it’s yo lack of it Assisting bitches to my niggas like a magic dish I get the weight up off my chest nah I ain’t racking it Tell baby I can’t eat pussy cuz I’m fasting it Bitch I be posted on the block like a Manican The hood loved me even way before this rapping shit I love this shit but with hoes I’m never compassionate And I ain’t lackin shit but a fuck to give when you mad at it I’ll take yo whole crew like bunny rabbit did Y’all came together, that’s how y’all leaving in an ambulance This shit too easy for a nigga stick to practicing So serious is how I need to take this rapping shit That’s how I need to take this rapping shit That’s how I need to take this rapping shit Shit too easy