DON'T GET ME... Lyrics

Thats your nigga, uhn, uhn, got damn

Brodie tryna use a drake, he sayin' that it's Gods plan

I can't fuck with a buck bitch, thinkin' that he tough shit

He gon' put him in a truck quick, I might make him kick the bucket

You thought I was who can't fuck with hoes I'm Rxch Jay

Type of nigga cop a watch and put the designer on the face

I'm spookin' OG p , biscotti and I cannot concentrate

I see a rat slip through the crack and then I go exterminate

yeah

Late night in the yo, I'm booted up and I smoke a track

yeah, I done ran it up a couple bands and they won't notice that

Pull in half way through the circle, got the clientele in culdesac

Got that dime and 1.5 in the pocket like a quarterback

Feel like no one got my trust, I got a gun I like to clutch, okay

I stay up out the mix, I read my Bible and i get that pape

See he ain't get no money, so I understand why they gon' hate

Bought to blow in perfect timin', got up on it, no, I can't be late

Young Rxch Jay up in here, met your hoe off of her finsta

Won't ever take her out to dinner, cause my style is way too realer

For a fake ass nigga, that be claimin' it that he P

I was a different breed from the start, I know these niggas didn't fuck with me, yeah

Tryna get my life together, rock out with a black beretta

This lil' hoe a disgrace, it ain't nothin' that I can tell her

Tryna stop these drugs to make me better, she gon' come here if I tell her

Leave them hoes alone, cause I know these hoes be storytellers

I can turn up on a nigga even if I didn't want to

I turn it up, I make sure that they hear, I check the mic one, two

All these niggas be so talk, they full of demons, ain't shit they gon' do

don't go thinkin you the only one I got that pressure, bitch, I shoot

They won't ever get me, I know that they see me

Ever since a youngin' had them niggas plottin', know they wanna be me

I'm at the top, you cannot see me, got a blunt stuffed in my beanie

Every night I pray to God because these demons tryna get me down, yeah

Walked up in the trap, I got aroma of a hundred pound

Lil' birdie tried to run off with this shit, we had a gun on him down

This nigga actin' bold around his friends, but now he frontin' now

Birdie turned into a menace, steady tryna make that chopper sound

This shit be crazy, why he mad Because I don't want his hoe

Yeah type of shit that make me think these niggas DL, I gotta go

All these niggas be grimy, watch the deal, we lift them shells up on the floor

Stay to myself and count the bands, yeah ain't got no friends no more

Late night in the yo, I'm booted up and I smoke a track

yeah, I done ran it up a couple bands and they won't notice that

Pull in half way through the circle, got the clientele in culdesac

Got that dime and 1.5 in the pocket like a quarterback

Thats your nigga, uhn, uhn, got damn

Brodie tryna use a drake, he sayin' that it's Gods plan

I can't fuck with a buck bitch, thinkin' that he tough shit

He gon' put him in a truck quick, I might make him kick the bucket

You thought I was who can't fuck with hoes I'm Rxch Jay

Type of nigga cop a watch and put the designer on the face

I'm spookin' OG p , biscotti and I cannot concentrate

I see a rat slip through the crack and then I go exterminate, yeah

You thought I was who can't fuck with hoes I'm Rxch Jay

Type of nigga cop a watch and put the designer on the face

I'm spookin' OG p , biscotti and I cannot concentrate

I see a rat slip through the crack and then I go exterminate, yeah