hoes,
not enough niggas
Too many hoes, not enough niggas
Not enough niggas who really got balls
All they wanna do is go to the mall
Wishin' they had money,
but they ain't got shit
Because when it's time to hustle,
they lose it
They don't get on their grind,
they just lean on me
But I tell you what, my nigga,
you can chill over there
Cause I ain't helpin' no motherfucker
who ain't really ridin' with me
Feel me?
Feel me?
If you at your fuckin' house when
you should be recruitin'
Just know that I'm doin'
somethin' nice
Pushin' forth,
leavin' you to yourself and focusin' on me
Cause niggas like me end up on the
T .O .P.
Ain't got time for no niggas cryin'
about spendin' cash
Cause most of y 'all niggas really
wouldn't give my last two
None of y 'all, cause y don't really grind
All y 'all do is shine
Y don't know what it takes
All you want is your break
But I put in work
I only put in work
Every day, every day, every day
I ain't looking for nobody
to help me for free
When I need help, niggas get me a price
And I pay, I pay, I pay, I pay
I ain't never had nobody give
me something for free
Except for
Kapone and
Kevin
Lowes
And I really got to give them legs
Cause
Sparta is doing a whole lot of work for me
And I just wanna say y 'all's my family
Thank you for helping me
Nobody would, no, nobody would,
no, nobody would
Now I'm doing my thing,
and I'm always on point
If you really know me,
then you know he is honest
And I tell the truth,
because I represent the truth
Why would I go around and
lie on you?
That's the shit you do,
cause you're motherfucking devil
And you will never ever get on my level
So cry baby, cry baby, little bitch nigga
I'ma come through that bitch,
might pull some triggers
Cause too many hoes,
not enough real niggas
Too many hoes,
not enough real niggas
I ain't got time for nobody but you
And if you're scared, scared,
please stay over there
I don't need no pauses,
moves, no crosses
And shut the shit down
And it's time to go to your town
Lay down, shut your town,
move around
Go back to
H -Town and stay underground
Cause you're not going anywhere,
any fucking more
And you can't say you did it to yourself,
bro
Talking down on
K -Prince, stealing money all the time
Thinking you are the man
cause you get a little shy
Man, what you doing ain't nothing new
You just got a little breath
doing what you do
But you ain't nobody like a fuckin'
Mia
Beast
Mia
Beast went out and hustled
on the streets of
Jersey
Jersey,
Jersey,
Jersey
Tell me why this nigga
tryna do the fuckin'
Derby
Man, it's so tight, it's so tight
So, so tight, so, so lame
Oh my gosh,
do you think you got game?
You are lame, not the same
Not in lane, not in game
You are gone forever,
forever, forever
And I'm better, and I'm better
And I'm tougher, and I'm meaner
And I'm really off the top
of the dome
And I'm doin' my thing
Know the name of the beast,
playin' songs
Cold -blooded, cold -blooded
H -Town, lovin' it
Tell me how you fuckin' feel,
how you feel
See a nigga from the hood keepin' it,
makin'
money
In the streets,
rollin' with the baddest freaks
And I still got love even though I
don't fuck with you
But you need a reality check
Cause you got this shit fucked up,
now it's
paying me I put all my money in my music
Music, what you do?
Try to fuckin' use it, use it
Put ting people's bits on
other people's throats
And you out here acting like you ain't got
no dough
Pussy motherfucker can't
wait to see you in
person
But first let's get to some kind of cursing
You will forever be tragic,
no longer fucking magic
You will fall off, never get back up again
And I will roll through in the things
with your friends
That you used to hang with
when you had your shit right
But now, nah, you fell off, yeah
Covid came and broke your little ass off
So please stop frontin' like you
really fuckin' got it
Come on, man,
you don't have to fuckin' lie about it
Nig gas be the niggas,
things go in a way
But you gotta stop tellin' shit to get
on your way to your thing
But it's cool,
sometimes things stop working
But it's not my fault,
I'm doing it for certain
And surely
God is with me, having me
Building my skills up,
getting those deals up
Dollars, dollars, dollars, dollars,
dollars, dollars, dollars
Got em holla, holla, holla, holla,
Off the top, so cool, man, hoe
Act a fool, break the rules, come on girl
Give it to me, give it to me, me and
Scott
So so fly, call me baby, call me baby
And
I'ma come through and hit you off,
break you off
Give it to me, a good man that you get
Might be out there in
February
When I come to your town,
better show me around
And after the club, yeah,
we can go down, down, down
Hell yeah, bad bitch like you
We don't come through,
and that's a fuckin' clue
And if you need a beat or want a record
Hit your boy up,
don't be so paranoid
I know I do the man,
and you think I'm wild
But girl, don't you know,
you gotta love my style
You just like fuckin' me,
and I'm just like you
So hit me up, and you want me complete
Huh, too many hoes, yeah, I don't know
Real niggas, too many hoes
Not enough, no real niggas
Can't fuck with ya, but I can't hit ya
Yeah, you know,
then you want me to get mid ya
Yeah, ballin', ballin', ballin',
ballin', ballin'
Growin', growin', growin',
growin', growin'
All the time, on the grind
Money right, money right,
money right, money right
Game through, blow you off
Like a snake in a night
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