VENTIN' Lyrics

Yeah, ain't never been one of them niggas

Ain't never been one of them niggas Ain't never been one of them niggas that

Flaunt about shit that a nigga don't got Workin' so hard every day, but that shit ain't

For me, that's my daughter on God If anyone fuck with the family, their drexler

Are gon' bust, you get hit with the Clyde Always put shit on my mammy, but that's cause

I mean it, no reason to lie And I probably fucked that last bitch that

You farted with, but only difference is she wanted moi

Niggas that beef over hoes never learn to push bullshit and move to the side

Common sense ain't common no more to niggas apparently

And I treat all these bitches like a satire or a parody

And I'm all about the Benjamins like Mike Epps did with Reggie

G, I only smoke exclusive, you still pick C's out your Reggie

I can't really dance, I hit him with that Mike Giusecchi

I ain't cuttin' checks, I'm only takin' cash, that's preferably

Used to be X, but I switched up, then they had to switch the attack over time

Used to want shit just a couple days, way back before it was a chime

They're so incredible, crunchin' shit like I was pullin' the pork out of rhines

Really, these bitches unbearable, I gotta carry on before I start losin' my mind

I can't lose my mind like that

Cause I ain't goin' out like no hoe-ass nigga

Gotta know that God got my back

Like I just went viral off a cold-ass picture

Used to work in graveyards, shifts and takin' pay cards

Now I work for me, so really, ain't much I could say more

Lockin' this shit, down, Marshon Lattimore

Bitch-ass nigga, why you actin' savage for

Bitch-ass nigga, why you actin' savage

Why

Why