Make A $ponser (feat. dariu$)

Heard you in the mob ? Nah, I heard you in it too Four two five I'm still plotting, nigga tryna make a plan fit My young bull still tryna see who need a man hit The coach finna put you out the game so who you playing with I might ignore you when it ring like you ain't saying shit I heard you in the mob Nah shit I heard you in it too Hold on bro the batch won't stay together I gotta get the glue I hate that you Kin with all my opps cause you gone get it too I sent the package with a pro and she gone get it through I hate a kid game me and my brother tryna play for keeps This not my bitch she gone f*ck I let her stay for weeks I hope he don't forget what he sow cause we gone make em reap Bro this purple we just smoked finna make you sleep Dog walking, with a bitch that prolly hate her father Dirty diaper on the drac I'm tryna bake a toddler Stop tryna ride the team wave its not gone make you hotter Baby slime don't wanna hoop he wanna make a dollar My man's made boy and girl he tryna make the honor I done turned things to them yings but not steak and lobster Tell my son it's all hustle I'm tryna make a monster I'm blowing wood throwing mob I'm tryna make a sponsor I told her where to use her head, Im tryna make a scholar I throw the work, and if he dump it, I can pay the shopper I got a cough, I need some juice, Im finna play the doctor I juggle hoes who black and white like I was playing soccer Brody on a search, so get a gun and do not lack with it You moving backwards, how you spend more than you stack nigga You said you broke, then get somebody else to rap with you I shot a shot, and hit his hip now he got back issues She just left the crib from sucking dick, and now she back with you If I know you solid, Ima break it down the half with you Make you think we gang, then slime you out after I laugh with you I know you a bitch, you grown as f*ck and let your dad hit you I upped the canon, he wasnt ready, took a bad picture I'll have my big shoot from the middy, like he Brad Miller Bro said that you aint living life, you f*ck with black bitches Up this fat bitch, I bet you wouldve thought that Shaq hit you I need it quick, I got the bread, just bring the pack with you Bitch, if I was Slim, up off Enough, I wouldve whacked Mitchell I blew a bag, then turned around, and made a stack triple Irritate me once, you getting popped, just like a bad pimple