RNT

Ayy, look, on my momma, all I know is rap and trap, I get it gone I'm chasin' bands, you cop a pack, you best believe I'm smellin' strong I don't want patnas with these niggas, no, we do not get along And I'll be dyin' before I get some help, I did it on my own On my momma, all I know is rap and trap, I get it gone I'm chasin' commas, cop a pack, you best believe I'm smellin' strong Bitch, I don't want patnas with these niggas, no we do not get along And I be dyin' before I get some help, I did it on my own And this shit all I know, I drop down on my knees and pray, cause this shit all I want I talk to God, that's everyday, cause he know what I don't And I'll be damned before I let a nigga touch my folks Stickin' out your hand, ain't doin' shit for you, go get your own Lil' nigga feelin' grown, I hit 18 I hit release, promoters hit my phone My pockets fat, they on obese, and I'ma get some more, And all you niggas rats, you all police, and we don't f*ck with those Ayy, fresh up off the porch, I'm in the field with both feet, Runnin' shit just like it's sports, I'm in this bitch with no cleats Day to day, like back to back, I'm rappin' packs with no sleep You f*ck with Kae and it's a rap, you think it's cap we gon' see Aye on my granny, we gon' see like 20/20 Jit be trappin' for the fun, remember trappin' for the money I wrap that brick and get it done, then f*ck this bitch out of her bonnet But I do not love these hoes, I flip a bitch like she a onion Aye cause I'm my momma, all I know is rap and trap, I get it gone I'm chasin' bands, you cop a pack, you best believe it's smellin' strong Bitch, I don't want patnas with these niggas, no we do not get along And I'll be dyin' for I get some help, I did it on my own Yeah, and I ain't ask a nigga for shit But if I did you know I went demandin' with that blick Drop a ten right on a fit I spent your rent on 45th Can't get a kiss, this shit ain't sweet, I play a bitch like New York Knicks Huh aye, I said damn, where you get that ass bae I'm tryna feel sumn I'm in the bushes on that grass, tryna drill sumn Baby Jay be waitin' with that drac he tryna kill sumn You bands deep outside the whip, and f*ck it, we gon' still come