Slave Myself for it

Lyrics

(Bossup Nigga) Fuck you gon do? Slave myself for it (yea) I'm the one who hit that lick I paid myself for it Fuck his opinion fuck her opinion it's my shit Don't ask me why I did it bitch cause it's my shit Ain't no plug doing consignments fuck I look like Playing it cool but still wanna rob em it's what I feel like Old head keep on bringing up the past that shit dead now Clutchin on that glizzy tryna make sure they don't get me Nigga moving iffy bitch keep talkin bout she miss me That bitch sent ? 50 I ain't wanna fly, I drove and brought it with me Knowin them angels coming with me I sold dog food for real, I ain't have a choice Put them gloves on hit em with that cut and tell em its a different boy He over therе tryna be something that he not, bеtter get your boy Don't touch my guns, put that shit the fuck down nigga thats not a toy Fuck you gon do? Slave myself for it (myself for it) I'm the one who hit that lick I paid myself for it Fuck his opinion fuck her opinion it's my shit Don't ask me why I did it bitch cause it's my shit Ain't no plug doing consignments fuck I look like Playing it cool but still wanna rob em it's what I feel like Old head keep on bringing up the past that shit dead now Can't forget them sins, the shit you said or what you did Got a Dj Khaled wrist, auntie like "God did" Where I pull up for the people, they like damn he "Godsent" Smoking backwoods till my voice soundin like Fred the Godson Two thousand miles away that bitch like "you keep dogging" Hang up in my face bitch, then I won't call again The plug keep making up shit, like I don't know shit Keep thinking niggas green bitch you gon see that post hit I'm like "fuck the industry" Bitch, really from the street 13 with a 1-3 Locked up sin the ? Bitch, ain't no love or sympathy All the time lost be getting to me Can't shake it off, just sitting with me Beans demons and a glizzy with me Fuck you gon do? Slave myself for it (yea) I'm the one who hit that lick I paid myself for it Fuck his opinion fuck her opinion it's my shit Don't ask me why I did it bitch cause it's my shit Ain't no plug doing consignments fuck I look like Playing it cool but still wanna rob em it's what I feel like Old head keep on bringing up the past that shit dead now Clutchin on that glizzy, tryna make sure they don't get me I ain't wanna fly, I drove and brought it with me