Lyrics
I'm messed up, man
I'm comin' back for e'rythin' I deserve
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) yeah, brrt
I ain't gon' lie, you niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble), can't sign that shit, 'til is double ('til is double)
Rich young nigga can't get in no scuffle, I'm quick with the blick, that's on my brother (brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt)
Take a risk every day with my life, I'ma roll that dice like it's ten of folk (ten)
Go to the bank, deposit money every week in that bitch 'til I break that ho (break that ho)
Nigga say that I got enough money in my pocket, pussy-ass nigga need some mo' (more money)
I ain't been asleep in good damn week, I'm this and that, but you can't say I'm broke
Me and my brother had bunk beds, I was on the bottom of it, damn near to the floor (the floor)
Now when you step in my crib, you can lay on my bed with 20-somethin' hoes (20 bitches)
Clip so long, look like turkey legs, thank God every day that I ain't dead (I ain't dead)
Dirty ass game, gotta know how to play it, gotta keep my head with one in the head (one in the head)
Bro in the feds, he locked up state (locked up state), cheap cheese in a spread on his plate (on his plate)
Money on his book, so, you know he straight (he straight), chains so big look like he Jamaican ('maican)
See them comments, sayin' I'm fakin', I make niggas fake dead, bitch, stop playin' (c'mere, grrt)
First lil' deal, I took a lil' bit outta that, then 20K on a nigga neck (oh-yeah, oh-yeah)
Up a couple mill', still went on a drill, I'm CEO, but I'm in the field with the vets
Throw my dawg a bone and he went to go fetch, when he brought the bih back, had a whole damn sack (oh-yeah)
Bleed purple, see purple, weed purple, niggas know this shit be Crip (shit be Crip)
Small circle, start to irk her, bitches fertile, still left it on her lip (on her lip)
Mane lurkin', brain hurtin', chains hurtin', same person thinkin' 'bout murder (thinkin' 'bout murder)
Pain perkin', drugs workin', lanes swervin', in a vert', somethin' I'm workin' (c'mon)
Roll, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these nigga my sons, dead beat to 'em, ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch
Roll, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these nigga my sons, dead beat to 'em, ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch (real munch)
Badass bitch with a whole lotta ass, whole lotta cash, that's my type (my type)
All eyes on me, can't talk to the hoes, C-Grape go get her, he know what I like (know what I likes)
I don't do trickin', might pay for the pussy though, let me know the price, it might be right (might be right)
See her print all through her tights, her camel toe, it be toein' right (be toein' right)
Queso, Frito-Lay, we count chips, we be straight
My bitch, she too gay, we fuck hoes all damn day
Shoebox turned to a safe, trap house turned to estate
White bricks over new J's, trap fashion runway
One up on me, you won't get that, couple niggas want they lick back (want they lick back)
Shit on niggas like a shit bag, poppin' it with my rich ass (with my rich ass)
Run laps on 'em like a zigzag, know they big mad 'cause where I'm at
I can't backtrack, made a comeback, I can't front that I been on that (grrt)
She say somethin', I say nothin' (grrt), keep on fussin', I ain't budgin' (I ain't budgin')
I'm 'bout it 'cause money I'm touchin', and plenty bitches I'm fuckin'
Switcheroo a ho real quick, on some real shit, I'm P
She say I'm duckin', no lovin', no trustin', bitch, I'm me
Roll, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these nigga my sons, dead beat to 'em, ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch (real munch)
Roll, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these nigga my sons, dead beat to 'em, ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch (real munch)
Bad bih look like Ice Spice fine ass
Nah mean? She eatin' dick, she the real munch
Comin' back for this shit
Pay me in respect, not money, bitch
