Schitts Creek (feat. J$oto)

F*ck that weird hoe bitch, I just want a bag And I'm tryna run it up, cause life move too fast Got brothers in the pen, tellin' me love don't last This bitch said she love me, but then she went and fagged I'm tired of that shit, I'm just tryna find some peace Middle finger to the haters, I'll leave y'all deceased You can never catch me, cause I stay on the creep And I used to stay up late, just so I can plot and scheme Remember runnin' up them drills and hidin' bodies in the creek Gave em all shit bags, now we call it Shit's Creek Got money on my mind, I can never go to sleep Can't wait till I get rich and have the whole fam feast I'm tryna change my ways, move on to better things But I'm married to the game, so I might just get a wedding ring Never switchin' up, no you cannot get the best of me Threw EBK on my name, yeah that's a nice ring Yeah I really love the gang, but I'm never switchin' up R.I.P. to the homies who was workin' on the bluffs Flippin' off them rocks, just tryna make a buck Brought it back to the trap, then we went and doubled up Got this nosy little bitch, just tryna come and f*ck But I gotta pass that shit, cause I never love a slut Just a master in the making, no I'm never givin' up Now I can't look back, cause I'm only goin' up 32 nights just workin' on these tracks If I ain't on the block, you can catch me in the lab Yeah I'm tired of being broke, so I give it all I have Just tryna make it out, so I can find my own path Yeah I got a few haters, and them f*ck niggas mad They see I'm doin' good, so they tryna catch my ass But I stay ten toes, and let this 40 watch my back If these niggas get to trippin', they could really meet the Mac I ain't taunt by no apples, send them shots through his back Knock a lil' nigga weak, splayed it like a Kit-Kat Break him in half like a Kit-Kat, I ain't with the riff-raff Put the sticks up, or the deuce, cause I ain't with the chit-chat Quit beggin' for that bitch back, bitch I been hit that Talkin' like I am that, cause I been that You hatin' on me, steady waitin' for your get-backs Lil' homie better take a step back before you get smashed I came in with the big bag, all I speak is big facts Tell me why your bitch been with that And we can work it out like a six-pack Run it up, it's a quick snatch, quick grab Let's split these six racks, in my section Where bad bitches sit at that new car They wonderin' who's that when I whip that Remember back then, small checks on that 05 Used to wonder if it did pass, you can judge how I came up Cause real shit homie, you gon' see exactly what I'm made of Lion out the cage, I can't be tamed up Fake friends and old bitches choosin' up That's what this fame does, and I ain't even famous I ain't even known, I'm still underground And I still live at home, still cashin' checks But myself, this ain't a loan, but two in this dome Part his head like a comb, motherfuckers hate us Cause you're really in the zone, and these bitches love us Can't leave us alone, regular motherfucker But I be on star shit, head on us You become a target, so don't star shit Out the park, we hit the farthest, motherfucker I'ma pass the largest, lil' bitch