Patti LaBelle Lyrics

How many niggas can say they ain't fold

How many bitches can say they ain't tell

I ran up so many racks and the shit I've been using it for probably got me to hell

I was with bro doin' hundreds and twenties

If I get a case, know he poppin' the bail

I done been kicked to the curb, I ain't trip I just know I got up every time that I fell

Y'all niggas pussy, you not really reaping

He think we fear em he startin' to yell

I know some bitches that carry a switch

I know some killers with offers to Yale

Most of the time, if I'm walkin' alone

I ain't thinkin' bout shit but increasin' the Zelle

I got a snow bunny, I come in the room And I give her the cock, and she startin' to melt

We can not kick it on God, niggas broke Spending' thousands and shit on a belt

Bro, if you try to diss me again then I'm finding your lo like I'm searching on yelp

Nigga I know you ain't trapping foreal Why the fuck you keep puttin' your bows in the mail

Ho get the fuck out my face if you skinny I'm lookin' for Oprah's and Patti LaBelles

Fuck, them lil' niggas, they broke and they bums

They not doin' shit, they just poppin' they gums

I know some killers avoid altercations

I know some hoes on IG with a gun

I know a nigga who said that he robbed me

I actually, and I ain't say nothin

I know some niggas that think that I'm pussy Then be the niggas I, for the funds

Nah, I cannot be your nigga I'm chasin' these racks, I ain't worried bout a thot

These niggas be broke and they keep tryna diss Why they talking about me and they still on the block

Remember I told everybody at school I was gon' be the one to come back with the knots

Nigga, I'm in the stew and I'm chasin' the sack can You smell what I'm cookin, I might be the rock

I'm moving to first like I'm packin' the U-Haul

We just put that lil' beam on his nose, now he Rudolph

Half of the time, if I want him gone, I do not got to touch him, I'm makin' a few calls

When you come to the crib, you probably gon' fuck me I'm not really here for the games and the blue balls

If I fuck with your hoe, then I might give it back But just know I was probably gon' make her some new walls

Niggas say he want smoke, nigga don't want no smoke

I got a chopper, I'm poppin, he reachin' the shit then it's murder she wrote

Niggas ain't havin' no guala, ain't havin' no knots And they really be broke

If you don't see Ike on the gram, I ain't die in This bitch, I just turned to a ghost

How many niggas can say they ain't fold

How many bitches can say they ain't tell

I ran up so many racks and the shit I've been using it for probably got me to hell

I was with bro doin' hundreds and twenties

If I get a case, know he poppin' the bail

I done been kicked to the curb, I ain't trip I just know I got up every time that I fell

Y'all niggas pussy, you not really reaping

He think we fear em he startin' to yell

I know some bitches that carry a switch

I know some killers with offers to Yale

Most of the time, if I'm walkin' alone

I ain't thinkin' bout shit but increasin' the Zelle

I got a snow bunny, I come in the room And I give her the cock, and she startin' to melt