Ain't Enough Lyrics

Okay, that lil nigga acting flashy

He can die too, give a fuck if he flash me

Ima fuck his bitch, send her home in a taxi

Picking up my sneaky link, stick her in the backseat

I ain't ever snitching on the gang so don't ask me

Nigga talking crazy then surprised when his ass beat

I can take your bitch even with my fucking acne

Put it in her stomach now she saying that she gassy

(Ahhhhh) Call me big head

We carry that metal, all my niggas got that big lead

Nah I can't be selfish, gotta make sure that the gang fed

Nah I can't be selfish, gotta make sure that the gang fed

Make that hollow hit his brain

Now he never thinking straight

Scary ass niggas up the score, then run outta state

Anytime I mark a date

You know that'll seal your fate

Lots of y'all cannot relate

Cause you can't keep up the pace

Nah, you can't keep up on the lap boy

They know I stupid with my hands on a strap boy

22, 223, rugers on my lap boy

These ain't lil BBs, bullets take you off the map boy

Uh, Hold on, I ain't finished

Got a problem with the office, you can take it to the senate

I been quiet for a minute

Don't forget that I'm a menace

Nigga put down the mic that lil tape was horrendous

Boy you better watch your mouth

I could get you hit today

Call up my lil niggas, they could get me a new blick today

Should I rock the hoodie, should I put on a lil fit today

Hit up my lil bitch, gon be bouncing on my dick today

When he plotting on a way to get a skinny nigga rich

Hit the spam on IG, call it skinny nigga shit

Say a few words, them Ohio niggas bent

Hoes want hella money but ain't really worth a cent

They ain't really worth a cent

Get yourself together act like you got some sense

Niggas be capping what they really represent

TBG, that's forever I can't ever go against

Hold on, you gon cry huh, it ain't fair huh

Wake up and get shit on unprepared huh

Oh you never realized war was declared huh

Oh you backing out, oh you scared huh

Don't forget that we just dropped a nigga last month

Ima get real faded on the last blunt

Oh wait I forgot it's the gas month

Pass another even though I know I had one

I can call your money fake

But I know my racks not

Hit a nigga in his chest

But he said his back hot

Tell that bitch to arch her back

She can catch a backshot

Ima stay up on the grind

Til we hit the jackpot, bitch