WhY YoU fAlSe ClaImInG Lyrics

I need more attention from a bitch than what you givin' me

Rolex that's around my wrist, you know it ain't no one like me

Slit up in his head, snitches, they gon' need some stitches

I just told my bitch I don't like the way that you talkin' to me

The way you speakin' to me, bitch, no, it's offendin' me

The way you speakin' to me, bitch, my niggas'll kill for me

Know I'ma dial, this shit back, I don't wanna raise my voice

I know my bitch, she got my back, she rode me like a horse

That 37 set, been bangin' that shit, since ah lil' nigga

Kingstree had to pick which side you on, kno that was inside primary school

Niggas pickin' folk and pickin' blood and pickin' crips

I don't give a fuck about that shit, gon' make em' drip, drip

Ring around the rosy, pockets full of blue hunnids

Lame nigga know he owe me, he know I'm gon' pop my shit

Remember time we in the kitchen, mama cookin' egg ,sausage ,and grits

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah

I ain't worried bout no stupid-ass bitch

No, no, no, no, no, yeah

I'm just tryna blow some cash up on my fuckin' wrist

Yeah, I'm just tryna blow a bag up on my fuckin' bitch

I'm just tryna blow a bag up on my fuckin' bitch, yeah

Remember time they said them diamonds won't be on my wrist, yeah

Shit on all my old classmates said I won't cop ah foreign

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah

I ain't worried bout no stupid-ass bitch

No, no, no, no, no

I'm just tryna blow some cash on my motherfuckin' wrist