We Ain’t Even

Lyrics

[Intro: Tay B] (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas) Huh, huh Hah, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 1: Tay B] These niggas prayin' that I lose, man, they really hopin' I can tell them niggas broke and they ain't havin' motion The bitch pussy tight, I'ma bust it open Put a Cuban on my bitch, it look like she chokin' Fucked around and hit her raw 'cause the condom broken My young niggas grabbed a switch like they mama told 'em Got a drum and two sticks like I'm rockin' rollin' I tried to hit him in his chest, but I hit his colon Yeah, put a nigga on a shit bag You ain't never spent 5K on your bitch bag Pull up to your crib, I got more whips than Six Flags Gettin' neck from your bitch, she fucked around and got whiplash That lil' shit up in your stash, man, that's pocket change You steady snеak dissin', nigga, drop a name I got too many bustdowns, I'ma cop it plain I'm like Lamar in the club, you can't stop thе rain These niggas, they just talkin', man, they cap for real I talk like I'm that 'cause I'm that for real Man, this shit was really hard, I made it look easy On the 'Gram tryna squash the beef, they look like Yeezy Eighty thousand in my ears, I look like Peezy Disrespect a nigga in his face, he look like Jeezy Yeah, AR get to singin' like it's Chris Breezy I'm the catch, don't give a fuck if a bitch leave me Nicknamed her Baby Money 'cause the bitch easy She always askin' for some shit 'cause the bitch needy I ain't gotta eat her pussy, let my bitch eat it Eighty degrees outside and my wrist freezin' I'm in Saint Thomas at the Ritz eatin' Oh, you want problems? I'll really have your clique grievin' Get your shit pushed back, chill with that reachin' Nigga was talkin' too much, now he ain't breathin' If a label playin' with my song, fuck it, I'ma leak it I ain't want his bitch, but I took her, fuck it, I'ma keep her She ain't know how to suck dick, fuck it, I'ma teach her I fucked a bitch, you fucked a nigga, bitch, we ain't even [Verse 2: Baby Money] Yeah, 'cause we send some shots, then got dropped, that's the top reason Flew her out for the neck, now her flight leaving Done flood the whole hood with snow, got the block freezin' If you fuck her with your bitch, that is not cheatin' We keep makin' all this money, it can't change us Four Cubans, all bang, get your chains up Five hundred 'bows, TSA, got the plane stuffed If you ain't callin' 'bout no pape', I'ma hang up Niggas hot on Instagram, drop a lo' Buy a ring every hundred thousand, nigga, I'm on four I got beans runnin' in and out, who tryna hit the road? The car move by itself, bitch ain't never seen a ghost, easy money