I might just ... Lyrics

One thing so it's gonna be less niggas and more huns less niggas

We are tired of the niggalations you go in the club. There's more niggas you go. Anywhere, there is niggas every day

There is niggas. Where are they

I'm losing my mind

Yeah, I better go off on this one

Yeah

JAY

JJAY

Yeah, yeah, yeah. your Bestie came and gave me head. We hop in the bed. She told me she came for me

Maybe I'm just being silly. I'm already hard. But she let me Hit for free. Didn't have to go on a date

We went straight to business and handle it gently. If I go pull up the Glock, I pull up the nine

I might be in danger cheef? Yeah, remember the memories vividly, just like a picture installed in me

I fuck his bitch and the nigga get angry. Wanna wipe out my family. Better act grateful, ain't talking about sanity

Ain't nobody controlling me. Man, I can't lie, your bestie a masterpiece. How you gon' let her fall for me

Policy, gotta keep your gun check unless she gon' fall for me

Obviously, I gotta keep up my game or she won't talk to me

Promisey, man, this shit was meant to be. It's a prophecy

Consistency, pullin' out like a problem. I'm pulling my buckets from three

Pull up, I'm stacking the 50. Give me a year, I'ma get money

Nigga, I'ma be beefing with 50. I'ma keep rapping until I got 50

I'm a real nigga, you watching me switching . I'ma get money, we up in the 50

Stacking this hunnid like bricks. just Call me a bitch like Bob, I'ma be there to fix it

So where do we go? I see that niggas and bitches, they always gon' blow out my phone

I take a perky to chill, you know that the shit what we on

I bought new fendi and new prada, you know I got shit from Vlone

I pull up a flow, I gotta know, where do we go

I see that niggas and bitches, they always gon' blow out my phone

I take a perky to chill, you know that the shit where we on

I bought new fendi and new prada, you know I got shit from Vlone

I pull up a flow, I gotta know, where do we go

Got a shawty, she bad, I know that she trouble, I leave her alone

I fuck her once in that dip, but then she get angry, she blow out my phone

Mr. Money got the cash, two weeks later, she back on the door

I know that she fake, she want a ton of money that she don't even own

You see I'm fazed by the system, but she be fired, you don't even listen

Wish I could take it back to the beginning, ain't nobody who gon' like the ending

I took the music you're making and switched it

I'm bout to blow like a rocket, just listen

Like soccer, this rap game is in my possession

I shoot his ass and I teach him a lesson, I teach him a lesson

Where do we go

I see that niggas and bitches, they always gon' blow out my phone

I take a perky to chill, you know that the shit where we on

I bought new fendi and new prada, you know I got shit from Vlone

I pull up a flow, I gotta know, where do we go

I pull up a flow, I gotta know, where do we go