CONFIDENTIAL Lyrics

You know I really do this shit like

This aint no façade I really do this shit know what I'm sayin'

Throwin' back these cups of wocky got me filling cocky

Watch your back and watch your posse Cuz they might be plottin'

Hand bitch off to my brother that's a QB option

Main Bitch get what she wanna yea she spoiled rotten

Get this bread confidential

Love you like no other yeah

Love you like it's a ton of ya

Can't put no hoe before money yeah

If I smile look like the sun in here

Trying to hide my feelings

Trying to hide all the killings

Yeah we trying to hide all the dealings

Trying to avoid all these pat downs

Pussy boy run up get smack down

Don't know who to call on long time till your dog home ain't it

Ready to call my mama and just tell her that we made it

Ready to call my partner and just tell him that we famous

Picasso on the mic you see these pictures I be painting

Some my brothers got cropped out the picture

Now they gone forever

Still wish them better

I can't never let up Nah

Pouring up Drank ain't had no check up uh

She on the list I had to check her off

Throwin' back these cups of wocky got me filling cocky

Watch your back and watch your posse Cuz they might be plottin'

Hand bitch off to my brother that's a QB option

Main Bitch get what she wanna yea she spoiled rotten

Get this bread confidential

Love you like no other yeah

Love you like it's a ton of ya

Can't put no hoe before money yeah

If I smile look like the sun in here

Had to change my ways if I want to succeed

Better watch how you play you Gon end up 6 feet

Now I'm riding solo member we was uhh

Now I'm riding solo member we was deep

Look out for your loved ones and your gang gang

I'm just trying to maintain roll up with my main thing

Flashing now he asking not the bang bang

Tide shooters stain gang Me and my brothers stay on the same thing

Yeah we on the same page yeah yo bitch at thot

Seen me on her main page

In the stu getting knocked y'all ain't on the same page

Yeah I'm counting knots I go on a rampage for this paper

Throwin' back these cups of wocky got me filling cocky

Watch your back and watch your posse Cuz they might be plottin'

Hand bitch off to my brother that's a QB option

Main Bitch get what she wanna yea she spoiled rotten

Get this bread confidential

Love you like no other yeah

Love you like it's a ton of ya

Can't put no hoe before money yeah

If I smile look like the sun in here