Lyrics

[Verse 1] Not your average rapper that you really see Catch me out in traffic with a ratchet, extra magazines Handcuffin' on that bitch, but she be tryna leave Seen her out in public, I can tell she wanna fuck with me Coffee cup in my hand, but that ain't shit but lean Spend a 5 up at the store and get [?] with jeans He addicted to the money, he gon die a fiend Coulda did the same but imma get this shit by any means Tryna teach niggas, they don't even wanna think Fuck beefin' with em, pull up on em on a sneak 30 pointers on him, my diamonds average a KD Shitting on my opps and them niggas thinking they made me [Hook] And if they made me, tell them niggas make another me And then maybe, they could say that sentence comfortably And niggas shady, and bitches I don't trust em, not a bit I keep that thing on my hip, it got me walking with a swag in my limp [Verse 2] Oh you tryna hold it down? Don't blow a bag on a bitch O.G. thinking I'm a chicken, I'm going bad on a bitch Why you talking like that? Cause I be living like this I'm good at putting shit back, I made that off a miss I been heavy in my bag and I been getting it in I been cutting hoes off and saying "never again" I been thankful for my losses, I been grateful for wins I been shitting on opps, let me say that again [Hook] And if they made me, tell them niggas make another me And then maybe, they could say that sentence comfortably And niggas shady, and bitches I don't trust em, not a bit I keep that thing on my hip, it got me walking with a swag in my limp [Verse 3] It's fuck all my opps, yeah Fuck all them cops, yeah Pull up on blocks, yeah Niggas won't stop this When you do it self made, it feel a little different Before rap, I hit the streets to make an honest living I blew a hundred last month, fuck penny pinching Probably save another hundred, go buy me a Richard You niggas fake and I see it can't [?] If this bitch think she irreplaceable, swear I won't miss her Tryna put the cup down, it's killing my liver I mean it's killing my kidneys, I'm pulling up in a Bentley We was living so gritty, we tryna turn into millies They tried to tell me I'm finished, I tried to tell em not really But I kept on shining on em and I [?] a [?] with em Remember I had to sleep up in the room with the mildew Type of shit might break you, type of shit might build you Same shit that get you rich, same shit that'll kill you [Hook] And if they made me, tell them niggas make another me And then maybe, they could say that sentence comfortably And niggas shady, and bitches I don't trust em, not a bit I keep that thing on my hip, it got me walking with a swag in my limp