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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyree Jawan Thomas
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyree Jawan Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JTBeatz
Producer
Lyrics
Bitch, I swear to God a million dollars look as lovely as Rihanna
Ain't no love in hop-hop, you're not Tammy, I'm not Waka
We ain't letting shit slide, spot 'em, bock 'em then he drop 'em
And of course I'm fucking raw, so why you ask me for a condom?
Ain't no **** with me starving, if I got it then he got it
Put my bread up, split the profit, bitch, you knowing that I'm solid
Street credit on a thousand from the top to the bottom
All my side bitches jealous 'cause I won't leave my baby mama
I talked to Drake on the phone, he couldn't sign me
Said I'm too damn fat and I'm too damn childish
So from that day on, every track I'ma slaughter
And I swear that hurt my pride 'cause that's one of my favorite artists
I swear to God, I put nobody else above you
Fuck all your friends behind your back, I'm off them drugs, boo
Tell you that I'll see you in the morning, how I thug you
And I ignored that fish smell because I love you
If that boy really a threat, then we gon' hit him now
Ain't talking 'bout no fucking conversation when I sit him down
Cut my man's off, he pull out money when them bitches round
This not Friday, I'm not Craig, I'm not gon' pull my blicky down
I'm a man without it
Roselawn ****, mama had us out in public housing
Don't call my phone about no beef, bitch, this ain't McDonald's
My mama still live out in apartments, I got bigger problems
I swear to God, I put nobody else above you
Fuck all your friends behind your back, I'm off them drugs, boo
Tell you that I'll see you in the morning, how I thug you
And I ignored that fish smell because I love you
I'm the new big papa, don't need Diddy to vouch
Bobo taught me one thing, nobody shit in the drought
Fuck a **** baby mama, leave my kids on the couch
Before I fuck Blac Chyna, stick my dick in the couch
Kidnapped your favorite bitch and throw her baby off the ledge
You won't hear the last **** that tried to play me 'cause he dead
And all my fans, pray for me, I'm kinda crazy in the head
And I done fucked a couple bitches with they baby in the bed
My brother terrorized the whole city, that's my brother though
Don't give a fuck who he rob, I'm sliding, that's on another note
Pay for a rental?
Boy, you crazy, I be punching those
I always get my heart broken in the end cause I be cuffing hoes
Bitch, I been pressured, draco with me, big stepping
Don't fuck on none of my exs 'cause them bitches big extra
They asked if I'm moving weight, fuck no, I bench press it
Nola bitch said I'm retarded, nah, bae, I've been special
If they pretty then I'ma get it, work a job or whip a chicken
Feds hit mama house but I was gone, this ain't no fiction
Prayed and hit my knees, insha Allah that they don't come and get me
Going out like Kanaan Starks, you rat bitches is Rotimi
On God, let's have some fucking fun
My mama found my gun in high school, I bought another one
My daddy mad I said he smoke crack in one of my songs
But I don't give a fuck, you let another **** raise your son
Bentley, Bentayga, LunchCrew got big paper
Fuck a bitch in her booty while I'm bumping Vince Staples
**** snitching like it's cool, **** know that shit flagrant
Dawg stabbed me in my back, shit, them **** been hating
I ain't lying, man, please
Get up out my life if you can't hold me down like Yandy
Love and Hip-Hop, this shit flop, don't have no plan Cs
I had all my kids, bitch, I don't do no Plan Bs
Written by: Tyree Jawan Thomas