One Of Those

Lyrics
[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) [Verse 1] Drop dog, fuck him up with the crossover On my way to Miami, I be back by October Dog said he fuckin' with me, text back, "Stop smokin'" If it's beef, pay my old man, put my pops on him On a loose day, I made like twenty thousand Don't worry 'bout who on the phone, bitch, just keep counting Catch an opp in a new car and knock the seats out it Put the four nickel to his head and knock the meat out it Pay for some pussy? What? I am not one of those I got a lot of women and I got a lot of hoes My new bitch look like Jhené Aiko Shoot dog up close, now his face gone Last year around this time, I was broke as fuck If you in the club with less than ten, why you close to drum? I'm ballin' on the whole club just postin' up Bitch talkin' 'bout she like real sex, well, choke on nuts I ain't forcin' shit, but rubber bands around the money I like my bitches foreign and flyin' hoes in from out the country Dog broke but he get a lot of cuddy I got a lump in each pocket, you would think my hood tried to jump me [Chorus] Real boss, I'm not one of those I spent a big bag just for the clothes I know you coppin' zips, you ain't coppin' 'bows I'm comin' up now, I need five a song Real boss, I'm not one of those I spent a big bag just for the clothes I know you coppin' zips, you ain't coppin' 'bows I'm comin' up now, I need five a song [Verse 2] Like you scared of pussy, my nigga, you ain't hittin' shit Talkin' 'bout what you gon' do, you a dipshit I know it ain't no weight in his trap, he ain't lift shit Get a Hyundai Sonata and do a lift kit That sound stupid, don't it? Disrespect Ranay son, I'll get to shootin', won't I? If a deuce want me to chill on the wild shit Eat some shrooms then drink a four, I'm on a wild trip [Chorus] Real boss, I'm not one of those I spent a big bag just for the clothes I know you coppin' zips, you ain't coppin' 'bows I'm comin' up now, I need five a song Real boss, I'm not one of those I spent a big bag just for the clothes I know you coppin' zips, you ain't coppin' 'bows I'm comin' up now, I need five a song
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- KrispyLife Kidd