C.T. Money$$ - No Chorus

Yea you already know
Real nigga over here in Japan doing my nigga shit and shit
(Bang bang bitch)
Here go my Mexican nigga right here
(Skippa)
(Flippa)
Ima rookie, but this is my year like Ja Morant
Right now LeBron got it best believe I'm goin be next
Tryin to chase after this bag, while yall niggas can’t
Fuck this quarantine nigga, I'm bout my check
My niggas love them Drakes I'm not talkin bout Degrassi
I love my hood bitch classy and she gotta be nasty
My niggas clapping at the opps like they work in Blue Flame
I'm trying to run this rap shit, you should call me Usain
5 year relationship, you cheated, man you know you too lame
Give my time back bitch, you can keep that damn rang
I was mad at the world, I was ready to shoot thangs
Done talk about you girl, fuck you you know you lame
Fuck my ex bitch too, yea she sucked me dry
Ima hood nigga but no cap, I fucking cry
She had me in my feelings bitch I hope you fucking die
You know what play that shit back, Im sorry you know I lied
You know I fucking lied
I don’t want you to die
Bitch you pissed me off so bad I had to tell ya bye
You told me you love me
Thats cap you fuckin lied
Not in my feelings any more I'm done, I'm say goodbye
Got your girl forehead up on my fucking chest
You know what that mean? Yea that bitch yea she gave me neck
Im done saying my name on every motherfucking track
If you don’t know it by now, you know I how I fucking rap
If that nigga hating, come tell that nigga check me
He ain't go'ne do shit bitch please don't fucking test me
I gave her one night
Call me Lil Boat
And everybody hating on me, bitch you know I tote

Written by:
Clearanc Turrentine

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