Receipts Lyrics

I don't know who the fuck these niggas fooling acting like they tweakers

Re can't wait to face something he waiting for a reason

Save that fake tough shit for them flunkies who believe it

If a nigga gotta ask if it's problems we ain't beefing

'Cause i know for certain if it's up then we ain't even speaking

It's receipts niggas ain't cut i give a fuck what niggas thinking

Get to reaching, send you to a deacon thinking you a demon

Bro can tell i'm fighting with a "RP" 'cause i ain't blinking

Text a opp bitch just to get her open we ain't linking

Tryna get back you ain't gone get back tryna get even

Get em boxed in tryna hit this block, you ain't leaving

Niggas move lame & clout chase but still don't get attention

They be knowin they don't pop shit but still be getting switches

They be hardbody for the lives but they don't really live it

Getting shirts instead of getting back bro i don't really get it

Oh you rocking with em? do yo thing i ain't gone stop a nigga

In a opp position? might as well just be the opposition

Got them bitches on us, meanwhile they with a lot of bitches

Niggas gotta wrap up that rap cap it's not convincing

Give a fuck if niggas got it on him they ain't got it in em

Sending threats gone talk yo self to death cause i ain't tryna listen

Nigga sending shots but if we do the same it's not the dissing

Goofy acting like he want some smoke like that ain't my addiction

Burnt out niggas tail tucking tryna play the middle

Play it how you want when shit get started ain't no playing victim

Either move right or get yo ass left plain & simple

Fuck a diss niggas sending shots gone get sent to a spital

All that playing niggas doing that's the reason they get pressed now

Bro ah smoke you with ah cig & leave yo niggas stressed out

Hit a nigga block arms out the window get em stretched out

Druggin' all day i rolled up until i ran out