[Verse]
Fuck your opinion, bitch this all facts
And fuck a deal nigga, I been having tall racks
Imported wheels? Nigga I been having all that
If I ain't a money maker, what the fuck you call that?
Lil mama was getting too attached, I had to fall back
She’ll leave you right now if she ever get a call back
I got a sack, half a brick in a rubber band
That's why these pigeons on the stick like hustle man
These labels like Lindsay, I got the upper hand
Smushing candy bars, sitting on a hundred grand
You gotta understand Trey done really moved dope
Teddy Pendergrass, I came in the game with blue notes
Gotta givе me kudos, I was skipping all my classes
Failing evеrything but the bitches, me and my dog was passing
Middle Georgia, quarter ounce inside my Carhartt jacket
Almost got booked for rolling loud before I started rapping
Designer fashion, they say I clean up well
The wire hit my bank account, I feel like Stringer Bell
I might put 30 'round my bitch neck
Like Funk before the Liposuction, that’s a big flex
[Hook]
Think I give a fuck about a rap check?
I put 20 chickens in the street, bitch I got assets
I just flew a bitch from IG so we can have sex
Everything I say is OD but you can fact check
Think I give a fuck about who rap best?
Make a song 'bout me, I'm sending shooters to your address
I got 20 keys and pounds of buddha, it's a trap fest
And I keep a ruger, go ask Google, nigga fact check
Fuck your opinion, bitch this all facts
And fuck a deal nigga, I been having tall racks
Imported wheels? Nigga I been having all that
If I ain't a money maker, what the fuck you call that?
Lil mama was getting too attached, I had to fall back
She’ll leave you right now if she ever get a call back
I got a sack, half a brick in a rubber band
That's why these pigeons on the stick like hustle man
These labels like Lindsay, I got the upper hand
Smushing candy bars, sitting on a hundred grand
You gotta understand Trey done really moved dope
Teddy Pendergrass, I came in the game with blue notes
Gotta givе me kudos, I was skipping all my classes
Failing evеrything but the bitches, me and my dog was passing
Middle Georgia, quarter ounce inside my Carhartt jacket
Almost got booked for rolling loud before I started rapping
Designer fashion, they say I clean up well
The wire hit my bank account, I feel like Stringer Bell
I might put 30 'round my bitch neck
Like Funk before the Liposuction, that’s a big flex
[Hook]
Think I give a fuck about a rap check?
I put 20 chickens in the street, bitch I got assets
I just flew a bitch from IG so we can have sex
Everything I say is OD but you can fact check
Think I give a fuck about who rap best?
Make a song 'bout me, I'm sending shooters to your address
I got 20 keys and pounds of buddha, it's a trap fest
And I keep a ruger, go ask Google, nigga fact check
( Thugga Massina )
www.ChordsAZ.com