BEEN HAD

Lyrics

[Intro] (RAF) [Verse 1] I mean to kick this shit, a young nigga well off I just hit LA, fuckin' up the rims on the coupe, I'm takin' the head off My bitch givin' me that bed head Twin got clippers, ready for a dread head Pull out racks incase he thought I fell off Did a show in overseas, it sold out (Woo, woo) All my diamonds cold like Minnesota My twin choppa knock him off a roller Switch up on the Glock, this so bipolar So much ice up on me, I'm in polar (Uh) I'm in NYC, hit up Dover Try to cross my back, lil' bitch it's over I ain't change, I got a lil' older New pack strong, I got a lil' odor Touchdown in the city, throwin' fours up Niggas watchin', so I gotta keep my nose up Push up on his body, watch him froze up Suicidal, now them niggas lookin' at my doors, yeah He rock fake ass diamonds, don't endorse him (Go, go) In Toronto, ballin' like DeRozan In LA, all my niggas golden (Go, go) In my way, I gotta keep a focus [Chorus] I lovе you like I love my money (No cap, no cap) [?] had to keep shit runnin' (Okay, okay) I been had sons, nigga (Okay) I bе smokin' exotic gas all day, feel it in my lung, nigga (Okay, okay) You be stealin' my swag, all day, all day, better get yo own, nigga (Okay, okay) [Verse 2] Fuck it, I'm back in my zone (Zone) Niggas actin' like lil' bitty bitches I stay with that switch, nigga, what could go wrong? (Bop) Talkin' online, he a son of a bitch He my son, he my kid, he my motherfuckin' clone Man, spend a band on my kicks, on these Geobaskets, mix the Prada, Rick Owen (Yeah) Niggas talk on my name, where they at? That's what comes with this shit, I'm already knowin' I pull up to the spot, and this ho tryna eat on my kids, man, she already goin' I spend a band on my kicks, man, it is what it is, get a check and I blow Hit from the back, and she let me record it, yeah Eat her bad, and she call me, "The GOAT" [?], like a Track', I'ma floor it We got hella racks on the floor We been had racks, but I want more Had to drop that ho, let go Try push up, sendin' 'em home In the spot, you can't come through the door Put 'em on the screen, like pick and roll We got many chops, many more (Boom, boom, boom, yeah) [Verse 3] Heard you my twin, we go for the win (We go for the win) No, I shouldn't have showed you loved, it is what it is Pourin' codeine in my cup, I'm committin' sin Want you like the tattoos on my body, that is on my skin Hey, you were my favorite, man, I must admit Lately I ain't doin' to much of them favors, niggas counterfeit New ho so bad, in love with her shape, it's like I built the bitch I was so damn broke, I can't even name 'em, forget they still exist Still sent you, "I love you", for every single fuckin' call I missed Seen you switch up, and I know you changed, but it is what it is Niggas stole my flow, so I had to get up on some different shit I can't trust no ho, only put my trust up in this F&N I don't fuck with these niggas, that's why that guap and me, the best of friends I was tryna take trips around the world, but you hit up Japan The scars you left on me, forever, yeah they permanently Give you the world if I could, give you the world if I can (Yeah, slatt, slatt, yeah) [Verse 4] I just walked in, this bitch pull up on me Then passin' her off of the backboard Lil' bitch got ass, and she throw it on me [?] These nigga soft as fuck, don't got no backbone .223, lil' bullet gon' take off his afro Walk down gang, and my niggas will check ya All these rap nigga shit like a bathroom No sneak diss, I'ma make sure to at you Bring her home, like, "Welcome to my castle" Break her whole heart, I did her like my last hoe She a good heart, I'ma treat her like a bad one Niggas cutthroat, [?] I'm with two hoes, and they swing it like a bat, yeah [Chorus] I love you like I love my money (My money) [?] had to keep shit runnin' I been had sons, nigga (Been had) I be smokin' exotic gas all day, feel it in my lung, nigga (Feel it in my lung) You be stealin' my swag, all day, all day, better get yo own, nigga (Get yo own)