Copied My Image Lyrics

Nate Going Crazy

Phew

Aye

Indecent exposure this shit get explicit

I know a few plugs that can drop you a ticket

Got tired of hoes had to get me a Mrs

Got pain in my pockets my blues get to trippin'

Got high off this pain I can't fake how I'm living

I know how it feel when yo niggas start switching

He switched for a bitch and i'm glad that he did it

Don't dick ride a nigga his followers glitching

My Glock hold a ten it don't need no extension

Got faith in my shot

How am I missing?

He ran up a check and the feds came to get him

You know what that mean?

His niggas been snitching

I done popped me a addy to count up these digits

He dripped in Celine but his pockets be midget

He jacking my flow and his bitch will admit it

He like how I drip so he copied my image

I'll die for this shit, know my music the realist I know a few niggas that whip shit like a chemist

She love when I talk and she'll fuck just to hear it

She squirt on my chest and I love how it's dripping

He rocking Dior, but the look not expensive

I'm rocking white tees and it look more appealing

I'ma run up this check and then go to the dentist

He fucked up in court and Ian talking about tennis

With a push of a button

I can end it

You niggas will die for mention

Got tired of fake shit

But its trending

You niggas do shit for a image

I been by my self but its just the beginning

Don't care if you help, but just know ima still win

Shout out Benjamin Franklin you know that's my real twin

When I touch me a bill I might move out to Berlin

I love how she touch when we fucking

If I said that I love you I'll do it for nothing

Don't try to be sneaky I might get to bussing

My dick in her gut and it got the hoe cussing

I been having racks and they hang out my skinnys

I'll still be the same if I had me a penny

Yall niggas not hard yall do shit off the henny

He not fucking with snakes so shout out to Fendi

Indecent exposure this shit get explicit

I know a few plugs that can drop you a ticket

Got tired of hoes had to get me a Mrs.

Got pain in my pockets my blues get to trippin'

Got high off this pain I can't fake how I'm living

I know how it feel when yo niggas start switching

He switched for a bitch and I'm glad that he did it

Don't dick ride a nigga his followers glitching

My Glock hold a ten it don't need no extension

Got faith in my shot

How am I missing?

He ran up a check and the feds came to get him

You know what that mean?

His niggas been snitching

I done popped me a addy to count up these digits

He dripped in Celine but his pockets be midget

He jacking my flow and his bitch will admit it

He like how I drip so he copied my image