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Lyrics
[Intro]
(Hating ass)
(Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Hating ass bitch stop that shit
And while your at it get off my dick
(Back up quick)
Ain’t no room for you right now
’Bout to get some neck
on the way to get a new necklace
(Let’s go)
Gotta a Whole lotta hoes fresh out they teens
They Rimmin each other while I’m in between
Most of them twenty, and alright to me
You call ’em tens but I keep ’em clean
Don’t ask me no questions, just letting you know
I don’t do no stressin
I just let it go
The BS can miss me I roll with the glizzy
If shit get fishy )
Get the net and the pole that’s caught with a stick
Smart ones dip or they carcass get ditched
Think Billboard I’m markin off hits
Your number one, new list
[Beat breath]
(Yeah)
(Go)
[Verse 2]
Runnin digits up, numbers crazy
Don’t know how much, ain’t looked lately
Mean mug on FaceTime but can’t face me
Say you on G time but dropped three dimes
(That’s thirty, I’m raisin)
Who you rushin, this America
(Learn some patience)
Now you a patient, whole team pacin
Breadwinner eight kids, who pay rent?
(Rhetorical, save it)
Hit was cheap, yeah I’m saved
(Call that a killer deal)
They spin the block, then send the bill
Split the blunt, with piff it’s filled
You hip and hop
Off the hip I drill
Pop won’t fly, we split the field
Catching it home, envelope sealed
Inside is your rit-in will
Best get inside, shit getting real.
[Outro ad-libs]
(Hating ass)
(Let’s go)
(Yeah)
(Billboard)
(Huh)
Details
GeneratedNov 9, 2025
Duration1:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
Introspective Acoustic Folk with Raw Emotion and Gentle Guitar, metal, rap, trap, sertanejo, drill
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