Feat. Kaos, Kyhil
[Kaos]
I was kickin it with this n*gga that was a dealer, but that ain't sh*t
n*ggas up in the game nowadays be tryin to play me like tricks
But I can't see it, a n*gga like me won't have it
And bein the b*tch I am a b*tch like me you best believe I, grab it
And get what's mine, a b*tch like me gon' get my cheese
So tell yo' n*gga if he's creepin better look out for me
Cause I be f*ckin wit'chall n*ggas, makin them give up them ducats
And tell my n*gga if he's trippin I got his vest so f*ck IT~!
Cause everybody is a hustler in this, game
Dealers deal that sh*t, wise b*tches try to - stay paid
It ain't no secret when them n*ggas say they want me jack
Cause I be bawlin in the streets just like a fetus on crack
And no my hustle never stops, f*ck naw!
Cause if it did then I just MIGHT be the next to fall off
But it ain't like that, a b*tch that, always goin for broke
And hangin with these big ballin n*ggas that LOVE to choke
I gotta smoke on it, so where's that killer choke?
You know I'm ready to get that n*gga that said he wants me broke
Because they hate to see me ballin; but yet and still
Them n*ggas and b*tches be peepin my game and wanna see me fallin
[Chorus: Kyhil] + (Kaos)
It ain't no way that love gon' make me fall (f*ck that)
It ain't no way that love gon' clock my grip (f*ck that)
It ain't no way that I'm gon' be no trick (f*ck that)
It ain't no way that love gon' catch me slippin
(Peep a b*tch with straight aggravated game)
(A high powered hoe, a high saditty b*tch mack mo')
(Peep a b*tch with straight aggravated game)
(A high powered hoe, a high saditty b*tch mack mo')
[Kaos]
Pay and tell about the game is what they said they heard a n*gga say
While I'm calling it at my crib, with yo' shorty sippin Alize
You all up in my biz, better get yo' own sh*t trick
And all you n*ggas that's focused on me better focus upon yo' grip
Cause I ain't tryin to trip, just stay up in this game
Just doin the best thing that I know a n*gga cain't
My n*gga caught a case, but ballers can't be beat
Versace down, now you know they want you off these streets
Them ants are at my house, a n*ggas can't even get no, Z's
And all the rumors goin around about a b*tch like me
Cause I'm a hustler, and hustlers gotta stay down fool
So how the f*ck you think that you can even do what I do?
Cause in this game you be out for self
You get yo' ends, get yo' paper, get yo' ducats, f*ck it get yo' wealth
Talkin about, lettin them little females take the bullet
b*tch you got me f*cked up, cause them the 20 years, YOU'LL be pushin
Being that I know and catch a L I yells outrageous
The things, that I do, to make these n*ggas go insane
Who's to play, stealin my day phone with piece of chain
These n*ggas still poppin sh*t and ain't a damn thing changed
So let me be that motherf*ckin G, that I must be
I told you that they didn't give a f*ck about me
Momma couldn't handle me that's why I became a bad b*tch
I'm street raised up, told you that in the beginning trick
And get my serve on with these n*ggas; and if he's ballin
Harder than mine you better believe that I'm gon' chase them digits
Because I'm all about the paper G
I'm far from broke up in this b*tch, to get rich I'll even save {?}
[Chorus]