Ain't FWM ft. 7 Mile Keemo Lyrics

I been selling bags so I ain't got to leave the kitchen

I been

I been selling bags so I ain't got to leave the kitchen

I'ma kill him if he mention, swear to god I ain't gone diss him

I'ma work my trigger finger, I ain't fucking around with them switches

Got a bad bitch from the north side, I don't like her she don't listen

Spent a bankroll in Neiman's just to make em' pay attention

Nigga tripping on his lil hoe cause she can't stay from under my pictures

I been creeping around with killers, told bro switch out the rental

Hell na', this ain't a gimmick, they know they ain't fucking with me

Ain't no limit when we spending, ran the racks up in the kitchen

I just copped like twenty bags and told lil bru them they can flip em'

We got smoke, I'm buying blickies, all these glizzies got extensions

He acting tough just cause he tall, F&N make him a midget

I been fucking up the club, thunderstorm, make em' dizzy

He be swiping, it look better when I pop it out the trenches

He got shot cause he couldn't stop watching my pockets, I be tripping

He was bitching, pillow talking to the hoe, I still hit her

I was trapping, getting the bags gone

They was popping, make lil bru them go and spin up every block them niggas stand on

I just got a load in, face good, I could probably sell one-hundred of the lows off a land phone

I been selling bags so I ain't got to leave the kitchen

I'ma kill him if he mention, swear to god I ain't gone diss him

I'ma work my trigger finger, I ain't fucking around with them switches

Got a bad bitch from the north side, I don't like her she don't listen

Spent a bankroll in Neiman's just to make em' pay attention

Nigga tripping on his lil hoe cause she can't stay from under my pictures

I been creeping around with killers, told bro switch out the rental

Hell na', this ain't a gimmick, they know they ain't fucking with me

Ain't no love for no rats or the opposition

We gone hit his block, them killers really in position

They disrespect, we send a hundred shots

Caught him slipping in his car, do him like Tupac

Shots fired, niggas down, they gone say we did it

All the shit these niggas rap about I really live it

Lost Mook, now I'm beefing with the other side

Talking to the reaper, I swear I'm thinking homicide

75, 85, that's the clearest route

They done killed my nigga Mook, that's all I think about

Fuck 12, free the opps, they need to let em' out

Young nigga, and I'm turnt, I'm what they talk about

I been selling bags so I ain't got to leave the kitchen

I'ma kill him if he mention, swear to god I ain't gone diss him

I'ma work my trigger finger, I ain't fucking around with them switches

Got a bad bitch from the north side, I don't like her she don't listen

Spent a bankroll in Neiman's just to make em' pay attention

Nigga tripping on his lil hoe cause she can't stay from under my pictures

I been creeping around with killers, told bro switch out the rental

Hell na', this ain't a gimmick, they know they ain't fucking with me