Rematch Lyrics

Bitch I got

3.5 in my wood

like KD on the bench

A get to stealing on these niggas

Like I'm fucking wit the grinch

You penny pinch

I was worth a dollar

Before you made sense

I was once a scholar

A couple dollars

Made me jump the fence

If you don't see me around em

I prolly drowned em

'Cause they bitch

If you see me counting

It's 'cause the bounties got me rich

If you see em pouting

It's 'cause they pockets ain't on shit

Yo life a bitch

But I giving so much game

Where my assist ??

Niggas biting off the name

Should be ashamed

Ain't no grip

Bitches fucking off chain

Don't know my name

Just want some dick

Every time a nigga changed

It wasn't bout change v

It was a bitch

Niggas sick

I could up like ten rolls

He ain't shit

Bitch I'm lit

Getting head while I'm driving

This ain't my bitch

I'm the pilot

But I been plotting

A couple dollars

That ain't shit

Niggas rotten

Turn to robin

When they realize Niggas it

Niggas hiding

Got bitches driving

Like I can't blow thru a the tint

Don't make no sense

I'm gone pop up like a ad

About my chips

Then dip

Get em gone

Like the package been shipped

I been getting it on my own

Like I can't fuck around wit splits

Told the bitch just give dome

Like I don't fuck around wit clits

Bitch I'm cappin

Bitch drop then draws

Bitch let's get it cracking

I'll shut this bitch down

Daba around me

So I'm maxing

If you ain't been coming around

Don't come around me

Bitch I'm taxing

They was waxing down the street

I got tthis package

Thru backend

I been Serving every color

I gotta eat

Just call pack man

I watched plenty nigga fumble wit the motion

So I'm strapped in .

But I been fucking wit this Za ..

Bitch tap in

I ain't got no friends

Only the family

Plus my strap twin

I put the trap on my back

Bitch I'm tapped in .

Could get em whacked for pack

But I packed em in

Can't just pull up when you park

Nigga back it in

Don't ask again

Boog say shoot

Bitch I'm back again

Lethal weapon

Send a nigga to heaven

Now he can match his friend

Don't double back

For a rematch

Just to get smacked again

And don't keep asking bout the price

Just to get taxed again

Ask a friend

If I ain't run the trap

Bitch I was running in

Gun in hand

Running every pocket to give my son a chance

Game got cold

Watched nigga fold

Turn to running man

If you ain't wit me

Nigga You against me

Better choose a band

Shooters stand

Niggas life at risk

But he ain't stand a chance

I'm not a rapper

A get you wrapped for a couple bandz

Smoking on a actor

He wasn't a factor

But he was a fan

Fuck the man

Bitch I'm the nigga wit a gun in hand

A blow this bitch down

To get my fucking chance