Ain't Mean To Hurt You (feat. STAR BANDZ)

Ain't mean to hurt your feelings

Not sorry i laugh

Cold hearted, hard for me to care

And please don’t ask me why

Riding through your hood

Playing ass fat with my ahh

I got lil king to my right

A n**** play then he gon die

The pay come in that's why I go, cause I’m a money guy

Mark my word they aint no ops i call them n**** chicken tenders

Call him ricky, turn up to a veggie, but em in the blender

Came up a bag I lost it then I made it back, i'm just a spender

I got racks, op put the paper on a fuck n**** head

Get the lil boy hit up

Its me and lil bandz we popping outside with some bandz

We ain’t doing no pictures

If im hopping out and lil honey put out then it's all gon lift up

Call lil hoe for the low, you know_ for sure

We ain't doing no stick ups n****

Promoting V1 in the book, you know we ain’t coming without it

If it's one of me, and it's like three of them, you know i'm shooting my way right up out it

I was trying count n***** low up all last week but I know he ain’t coming up out it

Tell the ops sit back, they ain’t getting no cheese, n**** die just for texting that clout shit

Yea, I’m really her but who am I to say

Really round for nothing, I’m like n**** get out my way

No I aint lil sis, cause I'm big dawg call me big brotha

Think she ain't on nun till I clock back and make it stutter

Yeah i keep it close they know they can’t play with me

My clic will do it out of love, and they will clap a brain for free

Rock out in plain jane it's just a hunnid dolla tee

Get that paper brought him out, but it's free zone till he free

I'm not to stuck up or to boujee, let a block bitch touch on me

Not really outside, n***** do not want to bump

I be ready to buss my glee

He tried to slide, and got hit with that fad

We left that lil boy by a tree

n***** don’t come outside, they know we be out trying to slide

This shit on repeat

They don’t really want no beef

They know we in hell, they smoking, we fucking the city up

Fuck up some bread for the tab, our ops spinning us

Hop in the cat i make that bitch giddie up

I aint finna play no games, you either gon give that shit up

Or the refers gon set it up

I got this bitch sucking dick in the sprinter truck

No aint for tickets, you n***** ain't lit as us

I heard that they looking for me tell her come and get me

I got money, i ride in fast cars, you say you want to get in with me

Im as turnt as I get, couple hunnid all I spent

I ain’t no dummy, got me bent

My ass a ten, aint got no sense

Man fuck the ops, they make me sick

I been out, bending with my click

Cross that line you gon get hit

You ain't never seen a young n**** shine like this

VVs diamonds all over my wrist

I'm changing the climate whenever I step in the room

All the bitches be all on my dick, catch me outside I ain’t trying to get flipped