Just For Me lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm really tired of these bumm n*ggas tryna compete with me
I got one rule, b*tch, for you bless me, hit your knees
Before you address me or impress me, bring some cheese
A fifty piece all blue, she left here just for me
I'm really tired of these bumm n*ggas tryna compete with me
I got one rule, b*tch, for you bless me, hit your knees
Before you address me or impress me, bring some cheese
A fifty piece all blue, she left here just for me

[Verse 1]
She gave me head and gave me bread, that was it for me
I don't believe her when she said she only doing this sh*t for me
Why you always tryna [?] Ralfy, it's just a bean
You ain't a boss, you drive a Honda that's leesed
Dawg a b*tch, if I could, I'd put them all on a leash
We can't see y'all in the club, with them foggy ass [?]
Don't creep up on the Plug, I'm balling on defence
[?] hang with gang and them, a couple elite Crips
You n*ggas ain't getting no money, you just seem rich
Pull up on him with a banana clip, like eat this
He an opp lover, he act like he don't know what beef is
I'm a young dream chaser, got me feeling like Meek mills
I don't believe none of these rappers, that sh*t don't even seem real
Holy moly, just got a n*gga wacked for a single bill
Talking too much, b*tch, I don't really like to mingle
Lotta bumm hoes went ghost when the Stinks [?]
[?] like Kenon and Kell
Ain't going against the Stink, [?] fail
These n*ggas be going out bad, that's they problem, oh well
Young fly n*gga, throw some money in the wishing well
I sware I hate a b*tch that suck di*k and tell
He got that look in the eye, like I'm [?]
[Chorus]
I'm really tired of these bumm n*ggas tryna compete with me
I got one rule, b*tch, for you bless me, hit your knees
Before you address me or impress me, bring some cheese
A fifty piece all blue, she left here just for me
I'm really tired of these bumm n*ggas tryna compete with me
I got one rule, b*tch, for you bless me, hit your knees
Before you address me or impress me, bring some cheese
A fifty piece all blue, she left here just for me

[Verse 2]
I'm really tired of these broke n*ggas, tryna compete with me
It seem like all the n*ggas hating on me on E.B.T
b*tch [?]
b*tch, I ain't going broke, I'm a [?]
Serve him this beef at home, like a TV dinner
Got a bunch of n*ggas mad, 'cause the Stink Team winning
Remember them days I could [?] weekly visits
Now it's good steak and lobster, having weekly dinners
My next foreign [?] might bring back [?]
Don't know nothing 'bout balling or flexing, n*ggas beginners
Most these n*ggas b*tches, they be switching genders
In the trap I'm Mr. Burns, these n*ggas Smithers
b*tch ate the whole di*k, like it was a snickers
Good custum Stinky cat, named him Mr. Wiskers
Good piece American pie, I keep the stifflers
My money next to yours, you gon' see the difference
The Plug