Sayin Shit

Lyrics

Hold the fuck up, get in my mood Where I come from, can't walk in my shoes Cloutchasing me and end up in the news They say that work taste like Hot Pockets I'm the 2021 Betty Crocker Only competition Bill [?] I'm like mm-hm, that's a good price [?], that's a good night Keep a Glock, like I can't fight I ain't got the grits, stab with a bitch with a knife Tryna make a scene like ?[Betty Wright] Don't come around here talking about smoke These grown ass man be moving like hoes Bitch like, "Neph, why you like violence?" That's a part of me and I can't hide it Up that bitch, start a riot I'm the modern day Christopher Wallace They said I was ugly as Christopher Wallace Bitch look like she came back from the tropics Bitch wanna go and spend my profits We going to the trap, bitch, not shopping Put the bitch in the walk-in closet One bedroom like a walk-in closet They like Neph, you just sayin' shit That Glock sound like it's sayin' shit None of my opps is sayin' shit All of 'em on that hating shit Do a bitch like Cain did Bitch, don't check in what you sayin', hoe You better than some [?], hoe Walk up in that bitch fresh like [baccal�] Hang up on that bitch, hell nah, I ain't tryna talk right now Booted as fuck, I ain't tryna talk right now I don't want my high to come down Back to the liquor store Call the bean man, somebody call the molly man Where the bootleggers? Bitch, you know I'm the Henny man Ion't give a damn about yo ass, bitch, I'm a titty man Walk in that bitch like give me some powder Look like Mike Epps, give me some powder Slap you with both hands like Mike Epps Slam a bitch on the back of her neck [?] her Instagram, OnlyFans Bitch you look like something wrong with your head When do I come home? Bitch, I'm in New York Hoes in area codes [?] Too much Henny, the plug [?] I'll hit your migo, make him take off I'll rob my bitch during tax time Bitch, you don't make more money than me Bitch, you not still hungry like me You sit on your ass, hoe, you not like me Bitch talm 'bout she don't wanna leave her city Bitch don't wanna trap, get from 'round me My girlfriend like robbing niggas My girlfriend like hitting licks My girlfriend be sniffing coke Bad as shit, nobody know Bitch sucking dick to paint her toes Y'all stupid to pay her phone I'll walk in, kick you out yo home Finna tat my face like Post Malone Knock on yo door like Jehovah's Witness Big ass Glock wake you up This Glock 9 sent from heaven How many times you get shot up? Eleven How many times you stab 'em? Bitch, 133 times I want 133 dimes [?] Don't be [?] This dope I got will leave a bitch blind