![]() ![]() You still ain't did shit about the other one I'm not the type of nigga that'll type to niggasĪnd shout to all my boss bitches wifin' niggas Yeah, you gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga Yeah, trigger fingers turn to Twitter fingers This ain't what she meant when she told you to open up more Is that a world tour or your girl's tour? You love her, then you gotta give the world to her They just mad 'cause I got the Midas touch This for y'all that think that I don't write enough Second floor at Tootsies, gettin' shoulder rubs I mean whoa, can't fool the city, man, they know what's up I'm not sure what it was that really made y'all madīut I guess this is what I gotta do to make y'all rap I drove here in the Wraith, playin' AR-AB I waited four days, nigga, where y'all at? You gon' make me go out of my fuckin' way You gon' make me buy bottles for Charlamagne You gon' make me step out of my fuckin' frame Yeah, and fuck, you left The Boy no options Yeah, but it's weighin' heavy on my conscience When I look back, I might be mad that I gave this attention ![]() I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check meīack to back for the niggas that didn't get the messageīack to back, like I'm on the cover of Lethal Weapon ![]()
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