Bad News
I just got a bad phone call, bad news
Isolate myself, I'm headed to the back room
Just to let some steam off, I gotta write
If I stay 'round all these niggas in this bitch, then I'ma fight
I done fought so many times in one week that it ain't right
I been stayin' up late night thinkin' 'bout life
I really wanna buy you anything that you like
But do you like me or is it the fame you like?
Had a bad phone call, I heard
That my nigga 'nem got roped off, what's the word?
Yeah, you say your ridin' and it sound like you do
But I know you ain't ridin', you be lyin' like you do
I know what's up with you
Know I'm that nigga in the streets, you wanted me to stop with you
I had a plan B and C, add some couple too
And if B don't work, then I'm goin' straight to C
And if C don't work, then I'm droppin' straight D
Was tryna stop switcharooin', I had to retire
Fuck nigga, your rap game old, they need to retire
Includin' you, I had so many niggas tryna reach out
They ain't fuck with me, but now they on they knees now, haha
Why these rap niggas so funny to me?
Remember I was the underdog, but now they honorin' me
Ain't nobody give me shit but a cold shoulder
If I wasn't who I was today, I would've frozed over
And these bitches ain't gon' ride, they ain't got no motor
"Hotboii, you should've just listened when your bros told you"
Yeah, I know, yeah, I see more as I grown older
I like my bitches hot as me, pussy with no odor
"Hotboii, you got that flow, boy"
"And you know all these niggas gon' bite, you already know, boy"
It's a whole lot of piranhas in the O, boy
And if this rap shit don't work, then I'm a dope boy
I been thinkin' 'bout my future, it's been lookin' bright
Facetime me with that pussy, what it's lookin' like?
If you was ridin' past me then you would to my right
Baby girl cut me deep with a butcher knife
Look left and right 'fore you cross a nigga
They gon' let this rap shit come and boss a nigga
Ho, that pussy ain't too tight, you ain't did nothin' with someone
Lil' green bitch, I don't know how I blessed you with a son
You asleep, I was in the booth 'round two somethin'
You would think I got ADHD, I'm always doin' somethin'
But I wasn't doin' nothin', countin' money or I'm doin' her
She know I'm a dog, to be the bone and I'ma chew it up (yeah)
Label me abusive 'cause I beat the clock too
Right before the buzzer, bullets fly, shells drop too
Why I got to go hard? 'Cause I'm not you, I got to (yeah)
Baby, if you hang around with thots, you a thot too
I like to be chopped, screwed
Just so I can feel it out your mind, but I don't chat, boo
She just wanna kick it, hold me down
Had her holdin' up, but she couldn't wait a minute
That's the same bitch, when I was hittin' it, I was stayin' in it (stayin' in it)
Ho, I got you litty (got you litty, yeah)
Don't ever forget it (don't ever forget it, yeah)
Everything happen for a reason (it do)
I'ma ball all four season