32 Bars Lyrics

I know, I know, JB Beats

Yeah, I don't, I don't, mmm

You the type of nigga fall in love with a ho

I'm the type of nigga that's gon' fuck and get ghost

Why they talking gangster but in public get froze

Don't be trying to claim the hood, bitch, you ain't from the 4

I got shooters and they shooting just like Stephen Curry

I gave her dick and she fell in love like February

I got niggas really stepping, we ain't never worried

Don't do no talking, he'll get mixed up like a McFlurry

Let's talk some money, that's my favorite conversation

Lot of niggas turn to rats but they get congratulated

They be playing both sides but fuck em, I'm getting paper

I'm only focused on two things, get rich and buy some acres

Jump off the porch at 13, I made my own decisions

I don't take no handouts from nobody, that's the way I'm living

This for the people who doubted me, I'ma make em feel it

Yeah, I'ma make em feel it

Seem like nowadays you gotta beef just to get attention

It's a lot of money for everybody, we can all get it

We ain't worried about no price, nigga, what's the ticket

Niggas ain't making no noise, I can hear the crickets

Wanted to stop doing music, I had to chill

I'm the reason why niggas wanna rap, let's be for real

All that flexing y'all be doing you'll get jack just like Jill

Every beat that I get on, I'ma kill, no bill

I know, I know, yeah, I'm way too much

But I don't, I don't, I don't give two fucks

In due time, I'm finna be on

Told my mama I'ma buy a bigger home

Mmm, yeah

In due time, I'm finna be on

Told my mama I'ma buy a bigger home

Yeah