Bok Choy ft. Morteh Lyrics

Listen, yeah

We be 'bout our bucks, boy

All the cash ain't enough, boy

All my niggas getting green

Niggas stacking Bok Choy

Had a lotta people send threats

You know you won't do nothing, boy

All you niggas fuckboys

All you niggas suck, boy

I'm coming for everybody

If I was you, I'd run for it

Fighting don't get nothing sorted

But I'm not the biggest fan of order

All my opps unimportant

Niggas getting guns imported

I been asking where the real niggas go?

Seems like there's a fucking shortage

Write a diss up, record it

Trash it, I just did it out of boredom

Niggas dig their own graves and talk to me from them, post mortem

Copped shorty Coach, I know the game

Feeling like a Kobe or a Jordan

Want something more expensive?

Need a ring for it to award it

Shorty shelled like a tortoise thinking she can fool me 'cause she gorgeous

I'm too high maintenance to afford

Went from in the back to important

I done fucked with too many bad bitches to let a six try to score me

And I done fucked with too many bad bitches to still be known as dorky

My tongue like a sword

Been ready for a war

None these niggas pose a threat

All these niggas feel like chores

I could never love a whore

Can't go back to being poor

Used to have oatmeal for dinner

Had to pray to my lord

Back in high school wearing sweats and sweaters 'cause that's all I knew

Now I'm planning all these money moves and setting rendezvous

Had to fallout with some hosts from Fusion, 'cause I saw right through them

Niggas try to pull one over me, but boy I'm not that stupid

Bitch I'm way too intelligent

You don't even know club etiquette

I just got here and they know me, not you, though, so how you relevant?

You want me to pay to perform to get judged by niggas, who uh, not even relevant?

Hey I'm just tryna make sense of it

'Cause I don't know none of your regiment

Niggas saying "chill you poking bears", I got that dog in me

I stay 'round them cameras so damn much you think they're vlogging me

All my money's fucking virtual so ain't no robbing me

I done set it up so I can travel out this Charlotte scene

I been tryna get back to my birthplace, LA's calling me

I'm an anomaly

What you got for me?

Aye, I've got the 4P coming out soon, nigga

There's gonna be more than four songs on it though