For What? Lyrics

this girl mad at me for what? Shi

Tell her give me space im tryna run this money up

Bitch!

Skipping over hoes think I'm playing double Dutch.

Shiiii

Im busy getting pape this bitch mad at me for what?

How you mad im in that mode, you niggas broke can't fuck wit us

Yall ain't fuckin wit us you niggas ain't even makin a rack month

I can't choose a bitch ,over a bag cuz , hoes do way too much

Yes I swear these hoes do way too fuckin much

Yea my plug on of the homies so ion pay too much

I know some niggas zip you up but I can't say too much

Foot up on the gas like I'm on the run nigga ain't no catching us

He posted everyday tryna get paid but he got less than us

Baby hangin wit the team like she a cheerleader

UFO once you see that beam ima see you later

I'm in that mode I'm inna matrix inna simulater

Claim you my brother idk you we is not related

Loosin patience, gimme space I'm tryna get this bacon

Brodie post da pole but never up it call that pump fakin

Baby took my soul, hadda let her know we never datin

I stay away from all you hoes, y'all be the spawns of satan

Got no love left for these hoes, this bitch a bop, yeah she a Dancer

24 don't leave me Open I'm in that zone like black mamba

Call up bro if I need smoke, keep that blow on em like a Rasta

Girl tf up off the phone, you kicked up off the roaster

She spun the block like a boomerang, she be wit aang and saka

Play wit us it get Messi, Ion even play soccer