Rejects Lyrics

She ask if me if I love her

Sorry baby I just need checks

I only love that paper

Over you, I'm not gon be stressed

I been in the studio

Cuz one day we gon be next

Been playin' wit my autotune

So I can fly a p-jet

Shinin' off my rhymin'

Put my people in them b-guettes

We came up from behind

They used to treat us like some rejects

Now you hear me spittin' lines

I'm doin' fine, and you can see that

I'm always on the grind, ain't wastin' time

I'm tryna see checks

Member I ain't have a dollar

I was hoopin', tryna heat check

Know I'm smart just like a scholar

Spittin' bars, so we can see Vettes

She ain't care when I was broke

So ain't respondin' to no freak text

I got treated like a joke

So hell no, can't get the seats wet

Don't care about no deep neck

Baby I just wanna sweet check

I'm grindin' till I see the day

My people out them p-jects

Me and Pablo sharin' clothes

Man I got tired of wearin' v-necks

For him, gon get a Rolls

And they gon hate the day that we flex

These niggas can't compare to me

On God, they can't een come close

Remember they won't fair to me

And now I'm head huncho

Smokin' on these fingers

Love inhalin' allat blunt smoke

Forty filled up wit some stingers

Leave you wailin' if my gun go

Been focused since my brother died

Can't lie, it ain't no fun tho

Been clutchin' since his mother cried

You play, I let my gun blow

Ain't fuckin' wit no other guys

Don't ask if we need one more

For me gon let that cutta rise

Ain't trippin' when it's gun smoke

Know I'm standin' by myself

I ain't have to claim a set

I been gettin' to the wealth

Lately, tryna chase a check

They gon pay me for my bars

Man I ain't into wastin' breath

I want the ceiling with the stars

Just cuz we gon make it next

I been stayin' out the way

But hell nahh, can't take a rest

Smokin' pasto, love the taste

You know we only face the best

Need to cope, erase the stress

Blowin' dope, mistaken frets

Lately I been in my zone

I'm clutchin' chrome, ain't takin' threats

She ask if me if I love her

Sorry baby I just need checks

I only love that paper

Over you, I'm not gon be stressed

I been in the studio

Cuz one day we gon be next

Been playin' wit my autotune

So I can fly a p-jet

Shinin' off my rhymin'

Put my people In them b-guettes

We came up from behind

They used to treat us like some rejects

Now you hear me spittin' lines

I'm doin' fine, and you can see that

I'm always on the grind, ain't wastin' time

I'm tryna see checks

Fake love, man you can keep dat

Niggas bitches, need a heat pad

When you down bad on yo dick

Man where the fuck do niggas be at

They used to count me out

So hell nahh, don't try to creep back

They used to doubt me loud

I swear to God, gon make 'em eat dat

They hear me switchin' verbs

And when I snap, they run the beat back

I'm in here twistin' herbs

And offa thrax, you know I be smacked

Cappin' on yo flicks

On Instagram, you need to relax

They seen you flexin' bricks

And now you gotta pay a fee tax

She ask me if I love her

Sorry baby, need a hunnit large

Won't nowhere to be found

When I was late in traffic, duckin' narcs

She told me I won't shit

And now they blame the boy for pluckin' hearts

Been focused gettin' rich

While movin' P's, I'm tryna duck a charge