nibizz (feat. CR7)

Hop on the beat, I don't need ya, Hop on the beat, I don't need ya I Never pay for a feature, I get the head, then I leave her That little bitch, she a pleaser, Never leave the crib without my nina That little bitch, yeah, she a sleeper, I got to my bag and I got to it deeper I'm gettin' to the point where I do not need ya, I think that I'm finna leave her Yes, I do not, I do not need her, Yes, that little bitch, she a leecher Yes, all I think I need my reefer, And I'm blessed, yeah, I think I need Jesus Yes, don't know how bad I need it, I'm fine on the outside, inside I'm bleedin' She on her knees, yeah, that bitch get to kneelin' And I know that I'm fine when I'm not, I feel fine when I'm swervin' this car I feel fine when I'm doin' these bars, I'ma drop that album, no guitar For the pussy, you drive real far, I'm takin' this lil' bitch, I'm playin' my part Don't know if you want my love from the start, I'm fallin' in love with racks I'm fallin' in love with no strings attached, Don't know if I'm makin' it back I treat her like my first when, I know she my last I don't know what I'd do for this rap, I don't know what I'd do just to hop on these tracks Goin' up there, no turnin' back, But you stay down, cause you new to that Please don't call me, cause I won't call back Please don't call me, cause I won't call back She for the team, but I still might tap Post one might sleep, but I'm losin' track Back on my feet, but I'm losin' Crackin' seals, poppin' pills Money influence the drugs that I'm choosin' Money buyin' things But it don't put me outside of my feels Money buyin' things But I still feel all the joy when I steal All of these fallacies put you to question what is real Money on my mind, money on the bill Money on my top, money on the feel Money on my side, money on my seal All this fuckin' time, I didn't wanna feel All this fuckin' time, I didn't wanna kill But that money make you really wanna question how you feel That money make you really wanna question who your friend is Blood on my neck, blood on my sleeve Crome on my bag, I wear it on me You said that's your girl, she's still choosing ' me You said that's your girl, but she for the team You said that you love her, you went and bought her ring After I f*ck her, I pass her to the team After I f*ck her, I pass her to the team All the 40 in this, all up on my lean Got designer, yeah, it's all up on my jeans Yeah, that's your bitch, why she all up on me Smokin' good wood, smokin' good tree Smokin' pack, yeah, that shit so green Talk gibberish, don't know what it mean Why the f*ck you stay playin' with my team Why the f*ck you stay playin' with me Wild, wild, wild on me Got the fire, fire, fire on me We gon' try, try, leave you lonely That's your spy, thought he was your homie Now we roll you in packs, get to smoking Goddamn, think my dick was pokin' Gave me compliments, ego blowin' And I'm smokin' weed, it got me flowin' I walked in to the party, got my gun totin' Walked in the party with my dick showin' Got so high, i think im floating Its that time, cut out the low end That's your hoe, i think she blowing' Smell that gas, that shit so potent 50 pot just like a potion (fortnite refrence)