I Just Wrote This Shit Lyrics

Yea

You hear how this shit come in

That's how you know you gotta go crazy on this shit

Like

Ya niggas gon hear this shit

Yea, Look, Yea

I'm on a different typa time

She say I'm full of shit no I dont pay her no mind

Huh huh

I want the rickety racks and that's Amazon Prime

That mean it's andale

Baby no time to wait

Fuck her once and I gotta skate

Baby no I dont do no dates

Cuz I want a milly a milly like fuck it what Wayne say

'Bout a bag I wont hesitate

Buss it down like I'm Blue Face

Niggas chattin they to laced

Peep this a different type a flow but I got a new place

I hate that these niggas be thinking they got a chance nigga this ain't a kids race

Imma stand on my shit like I said before

They was counting me out they gon' see me score

Who dat nigga that's me walking through the door

Remember me no I dont bitch I hit ignore

Fuck all the people that doubted me

Huh

My shit legit

I talk my shit

You dont like it suck my dick

And take it personal

Put on the shoe if it fit

I got a sound that I'm hoping I never loose

Smoking blacks back to back cuz I stay on a fuse

If he up wit a chop you wont be amused

It should be simple

I lik my bitch wit some dimples

But that be straight from the back

When I grip you up relax

Plead the fifth if it ain't facts

I dont like getting involved wit all of the chit and the chat

Dont fuck wit people they stab in the back

I feel if you real you then you dont gotta say it

Huh

Niggas be looking for confirmation

All I see in this generation

And that shit really sad

I cant be mad though

Cut her off that's my last hoe

And I been in my bag lik I'm Aboogie so I DTB

I cant fuck wit you you dont got love for me

I got crossed and that showed me they true colors

Only me and my niggas dont do others

So that mean I'm not fuckin' wit none of ya

If the talk about money I want to ball

Got lil bro sweep it up it's just one call

Yea

Damn I'm lowkey wildin' like niggas ain't even fucking wit this shit but look imma keep it goin

Listen, yea

Niggas ain't really ya mans

I seen em' play me close but they reachin wit hands

Pop that uzi make em' dance

They boy bring heat where the fans

I made a play with a plan

Counted out so I cant count em' in

Talking down watch me win

I got love but it be pretend

She wasn't even a ten

Damn

Pussy was good like I need it tho

Wont do relations just need a hoe

Going back to the A cuz I need a pole

Got my bro whip the work all he need a stove

Say he live by the law but you see he fold

Damn 

Huh

Say he live by the law but you seen em' fold

Huh

That nigga ain't real nigga

Yea

I wasnt even really tryna do this shit like

I feel like niggas ain't never heard this side of me but

Niggas dont even know

Like shit can really get grimey like

You already kno what the fuck it is

P.C.R. nigga  Paper Chasing Route

Yea, yea