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A lot of niggas know the idea, but they don't know me Last time we had a conversation, twenty eighteen Looking for a handout, f*ck that, in yourself better believe I'm a go ghost, John Cena, me you can't see I ain't gone lie, that last line was kind of corny Brought a girl to my crib Double cupping, feeling horny Thirty on my back Ankles in the air, now I'm scoring I blame my last bitch cause now my future bitch got to be foreign Need some time alone I had to get my mental right Remember all them days I couldn't get what I want Cause a nigga money tight Something about these bitches when they fine they always trying to fight They'll tell you when you doing wrong, but never when you doing right He want a handout, obviously can't get it on his own She next to me in the bed while her nigga on the phone I couldn't make this shit up if I wanted to, I'm sick There ain't a good enough reason to make this girl my bitch There ain't a good enough reason to make this girl my bitch I done seen it before, for the money, make a nigga switch Seen the shit before, hit the wrong thing Now he got a twitch I don't know who it is Somebody capping, everybody can't get rich Let me switch it up Oh now I got designer on Oh I can't forget the double cup I ain't gone lie my father put me on I done lost so many bitches don't give a f*ck Selfish nigga, I only want to smoke alone You can't roll my blunt Nigga you ain't got no tucks What the hell you smoking on nigga that's a cone I just made another song off the dome Kept it one hundred with her and now she gone Got a new number I'm willing to let em' go Before you can run, nigga you got to learn how to crawl You ain't in the field so how you really trying to ball Ain't learn from the past so again you finne fall Aye aye Got a jar full of roaches know I'm finne smoke em' all