Ain’t Fair lyrics

[Intro: Team Eastside Peezy]
It ain't even fair
Send 'em through the air
Might get the chair
Send 'em through the air
On these n*ggas, it ain't even fair
Main b*tch and pull her hair, ayy

[Verse 1: Team Eastside Peezy]
Killin' these n*ggas, it ain't even fair
I got all my jewelry on to make the b*tches stare
I might f*ck a n*gga main b*tch and pull her hair
The way I'm ballin' on these n*ggas, it ain't even fair
I might rob a f*ck n*gga with no mask on
But that ain't even my MO, I get bags on
Pull up on me, I ain't talkin' on no tapped phone
You just out here in the way, take your ass home
Stand up n*gga, you ain't got a backbone
Been in the club five minutes, half a rack gone
Put a b*tch on a 'Hound and send her back home
Try to snatch a n*gga chain and get your cap blown
Spent a half rack on this McQueen scarf
Shirt was nine hundred bucks from gettin' P's off
We ain't never out of drink, b*tch we keep sauce
Just might get a n*gga whacked if I get T'd off
[Chorus: Team Eastside Peezy]
Ballin' these n*ggas, it ain't even fair
Might f*ck a n*gga main b*tch and pull her hair
Might drive them b*tches in or send 'em through the air
The way I'm killin' these n*ggas, I might get the chair
Ballin' on n*ggas, it ain't even fair
Might f*ck a n*gga main b*tch and pull her hair
Might drive them b*tches in or send 'em through the air
The way we killin' these n*ggas, we might get the chair

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
All this money that I'm havin', b*tch it ain't fair
All I did was keep it real, b*tch you ain't care
Everything bust down, no plains here
Eighteen carat on the Rollie, ain't a stain near
If you a broke n*gga then you wasn't meant to ball
Touch down in Miami, we f*ckin' up Ball
I was really in the kitchen f*ckin' up raw
Tryna package all this dope and missin' all these calls
Pull up on Stunna on Stunna Island
Told him I'ma need the jet, I'm tryna fly private
The Bugatti still got low mileage
Ain't met a b*tch yet who still got low mileage
Five hour energy, got a deuce of oil
Full synthetic Castro for the Wraith of oil
Loyal to my n*ggas, loyal to my soil
I can translate to English if you need that pollo, it's Philthy
[Chorus: Team Eastside Peezy]
Ballin' these n*ggas, it ain't even fair
Might f*ck a n*gga main b*tch and pull her hair
Might drive them b*tches in or send 'em through the air
The way I'm killin' these n*ggas, I might get the chair
Ballin' on n*ggas, it ain't even fair
Might f*ck a n*gga main b*tch and pull her hair
Might drive them b*tches in or send 'em through the air
The way we killin' these n*ggas, we might get the chair