Industry

Fuck wrong with a ****, man?

(How the fuck a **** hatin' on me? Never did nothing to him)

You know I'm sayin', **** trippin'

(Had money way before the rap, now fifty grand up in jewelry)

But he gon' respect something, you heard me?

(Got a deal, but for what, though? Everything you doin', I done did it)

(Baton Rouge, my city)

Say, Chop, I'ma run this bitch like this, look, check this out, look

E'rybody wanna see me down

Full of tabs while I'm ridin' round

Catch a **** slippin' out of bounds

Hit up Uncle Will, he got the pounds

Used to count me out and now they lost count

I can write a check and make the bank bounce

Got the safe, motherfuck a bank account

Broke my heart, what the fuck you thinkin' 'bout?

I'm the one these **** hatin' on

Yeah, I'm finna blow, I feel it (For real)

Never did a bitch **** nothing

Don't know why these **** trippin' (Yeah)

Never let a **** tip me, stand tall on my tippies

Used to smoke weed, switched up

Now the X got a **** trippin'

Yeah, **** with the gang

All you pussy **** lame

Sneak dissin' on them songs

Now, that bullshit entertain (For real)

I been tryna maintain, tryna stay in my lane

I don't do it for the fame

Pussy, you should be ashamed

I know what's up wit' you, ****

I never fucked wit' you, ****

I woulda bust for you, ****

I put my trust in you, ****

Now, I can't fuck wit' you, ****

Had me lookin' for your cousin, he wanted to kill you

I put a 30 up under my pistol

Your sister swallowed nut, so I never kissed her

But I fuck with her, so I never dissed her

You a bitch, I know the real you

You Sherhonda's son, I can't kill you

Never let a **** steal you

Switched up, I can't feel you

You a bitch, I know the real you

You Sherhonda's son, I can't kill you

Never let a **** steal you

Switched up, I can't feel you

Why the fuck a **** hatin' on me? Never did nothing to him

Had money way before the rap, now fifty grand up in jewelry

Got a deal, but for what, though? Everything you doin', I done did it

Baton Rouge, my city

Fuck **** in his feelings

Pussy **** steady talkin' down, why a **** sneak dissin'?

If you a man, come at me direct and watch a **** be missin'

I ain't with the tongue wrestlin'

Don't want a rap beef wit' you

Thing is, you in the industry, and I'm still in the streets with it

Boy, I'm still in the streets with it

Watch a **** be missin'

Soon as a **** make the news, they gon' holler we trippin'

Yeah, TBG did it

Yeah, Double-G did it

On the 'Gram like you really wit' it

Look at Lil One, he trippin'

I remember Three, ****

Yeah, you remember me, ****

Steady hollerin', "YoungBoy was tripping!"

You ain't wanna beef with me

Yeah, Montana straight, but he know what's up

You can't pay a **** to come fuck with us

If a **** try, he gon' bite the dust

He get out of line, I'ma light him up

Killers on my team, streets know it

Y'all **** worser than hoes

Play pussy and get exposed

A hundred on my head, still doin' shows

Pull up in the hood solo

I can't fuck with no broke hoes

Without a deal, I'm still signed

Bank account on overload

Why the fuck a **** hatin' on me? Never did nothing to him

Had money way before the rap, now fifty grand up in jewelry

Got a deal, but for what, though? Everything you doin', I done did it

Baton Rouge, my city

Fuck **** in his feelings (I swear)

Pussy **** steady talkin' down, why a **** sneak dissin'?

If you a man, come at me direct and watch a **** be missin'

I ain't with the tongue wrestlin'

Don't wanna rap beef wit' you

Thing is, you in the industry and I'm still in the streets with it

Why the fuck a **** hatin' on me? Never did nothing to him

Had money way before the rap, now fifty grand up in jewelry

Got a deal, but for what, though? Everything you doin', I done did it

Baton Rouge, my city

Fuck **** in his feelings

Pussy **** steady talkin' down, why a **** sneak dissin'?