Lyrics

See i got a lot of shit on my mind To give a fuck about you little niggas yapping You little niggas yapping Got a lot of *** Keep pushing Best believe we get to slapping My niggas get to slapping Somebody need to warn them kia-kia Keep crossing the line And you go *** for here Hell no, i ain't a killer But i know bad people Bad People 0809, i'm sitting on rap now Six four impala Rolling with the top down More cash (more hoes) More stash (more shows) More little niggas Tryna rise with their lame flow Elvis p that Wish to be where e at No way hozy Classes out, no play Mad about the new hype Wish they had the insight Scheming on my blueprint Wonder how i do shit I use to spit fire Still a livewire Sparked it up for folks within They build the empire But they still keep hating on the enemies Next level shit, i'm a little understanded They getting mad because i switched Up the melody I'm getting more appreciated than They've ever seen So they wanna start running dem mouth That's when i take a trip down south See i got a lot of shit on my mind To give a fuck about you little niggas yapping You little niggas yapping Got a lot of *** Keep pushing Best believe we get to slapping My niggas get to slapping Somebody need to warn them kia-kia Keep crossing the line And you go *** for here Hell no, i ain't a killer But i know bad people Bad People Ten years deep in the game Still standing Never seem to give me my props Still demanding If you's a hater You can kick to the curb Cos little minds get what little minds deserve now I no get the time, i need a playmate They can't stand the heat though It's a stalemate Did it for ten summers Ya'll just got dumber Swear i'm the front-runner Number one stunner As i dey so, i no dey cry show The lord above Na him dey lace me with the right flow But una go try block me Then i'ma get pissed off And put you in your place See i got a lot of shit on my mind To give a fuck about you little niggas yapping You little niggas yapping Got a lot of *** Keep pushing Best believe we get to slapping My niggas get to slapping Somebody need to warn them kia-kia Keep crossing the line And you go *** for here Hell no, i ain't a killer But i know bad people Bad People