MVP

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Shit Niggas always trippin', man (Damn, JakeSand) SBDSM, SBDSM [Verse] Let me tell you somethin', I'm definition of a GOAT Kinda like YoungBoy, a nigga never goin' broke Her ass fat as fuck, I really love to watch her leave Exotic smoke fillin' up my lungs make it hard to breathe Scam this, scam that, you a noob Why the hell you actin' like a bitch? You a dude (Lame) I only text her when I'm in the mood She pull up and play with my stick like it's pool (Ayy) I can't conversate unless money the discussion Why this bitch tryna tempt me like I'm David Ruffin? Like the parеnts came home, I'll clear thе function I was really on some chill shit, how we end up fuckin'? I was up before you tryna get it in Think she bad, Michael Jackson, but she not a ten Thought he was turnt, I had to tell him he not turnt enough Kinda feel like the slaughter zone, they can't fuck with us Chopsticks spit faster than Busta Rhymes Doggie told on his mans, he couldn't do the time (Ham) Fuck gettin' stitches, you gon' get a couple slugs Only time you really on that is off a couple drugs Only time I ever trip is when I take a trip Touchdown without a bag, go and grab a 'fit (Let's get it) Why the fuck you like my balls? Always on my dick If Jake and Danny on the beat, you know that bitch a hit Locked in, man, I'm in the zone, don't say shit Thinkin' I'm a bitch, I up that bitch and let it spray quick Hit him in his top and his dome, man, RIP I'm a Shitty boy, that mean I'm ballin' 'til I D-I-E You a cornball, man, I know that in these hoes, too I'm the last level top boss you gotta go through You be really out here lookin' lost, I could coach you Who the fuck fuckin' with us? I can't name no group [?] because that's what my future lookin' like I hope you know you gettin' left if you don't do it right In the past, baby, don't turn into history I'm a Shitty boy 'cause I be shittin', not literally I'ma tell you once, not twice, better listen up Cute broke bitch probably think that I'ma fix her up I'm not the one but am the one, you won't get it, though I ain't put my hands on your girl but I hit the ho I ain't fall off yet and I never will (No) Niggas get in the booth, never in the field They put your mans on a tee, go and get a kill You a lame-ass nigga, wonder how that feel That's why you stay depressed and steady fightin' demons Where the hell you at? I need it, I've been fiendin' (Where you at?) I can't trust no bitch that's breathin' [?], now I'm MVP of the season Most niggas really out here cappin', you can't cap to me All this talk on this dog shit but you ain't got a G Talkin' like you the big dog, but you little bro Heard the opposition at the party, I'ma still go Tryna turn it up and turn a nigga white tee red Feel like Bon Jovi 'cause these niggas want me dead I don't get ready, stay ready, one in the head Pulled up with her friend, damn, I'm tryna fuck her instead [Outro] Shit Shit, fuck Shit, fuck, damn Bitch SBDSM, SBDSM