Jaws lyrics

[Intro]
I'm in here, ahh
Like (My n*gga Lee, I think we got another one)
My n*gga Lee done did this sh*t again, so I'm finna do it again with him
It's like
I wish I could rap right here, though
But it's takin' too long
It's all good, though
Come on
'Cause I can't even, it's like, huh

[Verse]
I wish I could make a beat, but I ain't got no rhythm, hmm
I can still cook up dope when I ain't got no kitchen
Hmm, my problem ain't the pape' no more, but that's not to mention
b*tch say she down to hit the road, I got a proposition
Huh, I'll show my face wherever, f*ck the opposition
f*ck with these n*ggas on, b*tch, I'm my only competition
It's always paper to be made, I don't got time for chillin'
How much it cost? I swear I paid for you to stop the b*tchin'
Huh, my motion real, b*tch, I'd never cut my ringer off
Huh, I can't be cold, so I'd never take my heater off
Huh, he said he want some smoke with me, I think he breathin' dog
Huh, I told her, "Don't just give me cooch, I want the sheets and all"
Huh, I told the b*tch she don't need 'em, she tried to bring some drawers
Huh, I f*cked her good then disappeared, she goin' through me withdrawls
Just checked my phone, I had five messages and three missed calls
She said, "I'll give you my whole mouth, just let me keep the drawers"
If I got on all black, I'm tryna slide, b*tch, I ain't tryna rap
The bricks I'm with I like, she better not ask me where no condom at
The ash you got mines, you wanna own it, you could buy a bag
Her head all of that that pus*y make, I need a slice of that
Huh, every dollar you took a risk to get, I got it rappin'
Hmm, and my phone still be slappin', I wear my diamonds trappin'
Huh, they need to vote for Trump again, my n*gga Donald active
Huh, he might not give one f*ck 'bout us, but in and out them [?]
I just watched my brother tuck three hundred racks
I miss my brother call, he died on me, can't call my brother back
Huh, feel like nobody loved me, so I hugged the strap
I wasn't f*ckin' with what the plug gave me, so I brung it back
Hmm, I done made the most money off of white dudes
They played my sh*t at MSU, I get the white views
Huh, you do not got Pro Tools, you got light tools
You do not buy pints of drank, boy, you buy two
b*tch gave all her kids up, she need some Tide too
We sell more than cheesecakes, b*tch, we got pies too
Huh, this b*tch came my type of height, she only 5'2"
Huh, you watch them still you gettin' killed, you gotta die too
[Outro]
Come on
Real Money Counter, MINE sh*t, n*gga
It's Thirty