Patti LaBelle

How many niggas can say they ain't fold How many bitches can say they ain't tell I ran up so many racks and the shit I've been using it for probably got me to hell I was with bro doin' hundreds and twenties If I get a case, know he poppin' the bail I done been kicked to the curb, I ain't trip I just know I got up every time that I fell Y'all niggas pussy, you not really reaping He think we fear em he startin' to yell I know some bitches that carry a switch I know some killers with offers to Yale Most of the time, if I'm walkin' alone I ain't thinkin' bout shit but increasin' the Zelle I got a snow bunny, I come in the room And I give her the cock, and she startin' to melt We can not kick it on God, niggas broke Spending' thousands and shit on a belt Bro, if you try to diss me again then I'm finding your lo like I'm searching on yelp Nigga I know you ain't trapping foreal Why the f*ck you keep puttin' your bows in the mail Ho get the f*ck out my face if you skinny I'm lookin' for Oprah's and Patti LaBelles F*ck, them lil' niggas, they broke and they bums They not doin' shit, they just poppin' they gums I know some killers avoid altercations I know some hoes on IG with a gun I know a nigga who said that he robbed me I actually, and I ain't say nothin I know some niggas that think that I'm pussy Then be the niggas I, for the funds Nah, I cannot be your nigga I'm chasin' these racks, I ain't worried bout a thot These niggas be broke and they keep tryna diss Why they talking about me and they still on the block Remember I told everybody at school I was gon' be the one to come back with the knots Nigga, I'm in the stew and I'm chasin' the sack can You smell what I'm cookin, I might be the rock I'm moving to first like I'm packin' the U-Haul We just put that lil' beam on his nose, now he Rudolph Half of the time, if I want him gone, I do not got to touch him, I'm makin' a few calls When you come to the crib, you probably gon' f*ck me I'm not really here for the games and the blue balls If I f*ck with your hoe, then I might give it back But just know I was probably gon' make her some new walls Niggas say he want smoke, nigga don't want no smoke I got a chopper, I'm poppin, he reachin' the shit then it's murder she wrote Niggas ain't havin' no guala, ain't havin' no knots And they really be broke If you don't see Ike on the gram, I ain't die in This bitch, I just turned to a ghost How many niggas can say they ain't fold How many bitches can say they ain't tell I ran up so many racks and the shit I've been using it for probably got me to hell I was with bro doin' hundreds and twenties If I get a case, know he poppin' the bail I done been kicked to the curb, I ain't trip I just know I got up every time that I fell Y'all niggas pussy, you not really reaping He think we fear em he startin' to yell I know some bitches that carry a switch I know some killers with offers to Yale Most of the time, if I'm walkin' alone I ain't thinkin' bout shit but increasin' the Zelle I got a snow bunny, I come in the room And I give her the cock, and she startin' to melt