STOP BEIN' NICE Lyrics

Shawty called me up and told me stop being nice

Ain't even took what I could, I was being nice

Ain't put a hole in ya dawg I was being nice

I'm feeling calm on the beat, this bih being nice

Tell her rock the boat, gone rock it til it hurt (Nahh)

Lift up her skirt and rock the middle til it hurt (Yeah)

She say I'm cocky nahh that's only when I flirt

Phone steady ringing, know these hoes tryna chirp

Ain't bout none, I'ma have to decline

In the crib wit footies on, I'm just tryna recline

I know my team at yo head like the fuckin d-line

Must got Red Robin on me cuz I'm stuck on this pine (I'm flowing)

Lemme gone head give the beat back

And how you calling him yo dawg and you know tha nigga rat

I'll never sell my soul or let my feelings get attached

Mind lost in this money I can't even get it back

Wait wait wait, but I don't want it back

I been balling, Jim Jones wit the fiddet hat

Hoop earring in my right look like Mr. T

But try ya luck, and watch yo road get rocky

Don't need a ghost writer, I just need a beat

And add a booth, check the mic, one two three

I'm just testing how I wanna sound on the beat

Well too late I see Savo recording (Two Times)

Out of luck I ain't one to try on any day

Let thirty shots hit ya back, uh bar collapsed today

Ya music flop every drop, a bar collapsed today

I'm high asl juh vibing, might relapse today

Or I might not

You stupid niggas chasing clout, betta chase a shot

She ain't even let you smack, you betta chase the top

You still dreaming wit no drive you betta chase the top

Bought mo ammo so you know I packed it in the Glock

I let off five got forty five left don't be distraught

Ya worst nightmare I'm here to see when you get caught

Lacking at the stow, AET done spint da block

Back to what I said shawty I ain't being nice

Already told you I ain't cuffing, I can't say it twice

The main star, David Ruffin taught me from the start

To be a boss, I ain't gotta kill another boss

Hold on hold on, but a nigga will

Merry go round, you niggas turn around and squeal

I told my Mama ima rap, she see I'm for real

I'm bringing rap back around like a Ferris wheel

Keep going, you ain't bout ya bread you ain't my type

First album charted I keep thanking God it's only right

The cost of winning always worth it ima pay the price

She hit my phone again but now she saying please be my nice