JToni - Adapt

Yea
Ya Know
Yea
Bitch better earn my respect
I’m go getter gotta get a check
Stop talking out the side of yo neck
Boys ain’t stackin’ but they really tryna flex
On the come up cause I gotta have next
Bitch stay calling just trying have sex
Hoes better learn how to invest
She didn't want me at my worst she can’t have me at my best
This life shit bring a lot of stress
I hustle nigga don’t get rest
I’m never ungrateful I’m blessed
I say what the fuck I feel on my chest
I seen niggas talk stupid get slept
Know some ATX niggas gone step
Know some 504 niggas gone step
Know the game better than a fuckin' ref
Niggas acting foul gotta call a tech
Throw it my way I gotta intercept
Young nigga spittin' with some intellect
Talking crazy and I got to interject
I’m true to this nigga I’ma vet
I get higher then a motherfuckin' jet
It’s a cake walk like a fall fest
Not the nigga you really wanna finesse
Not the nigga you really wanna contest
That little money you holding don’t impress
It’s never easy my nigga and that’s a test
It take time when you finding that success
Bitch give me mine ain’t taking nothing less
I gotta get it I’ma hit you right back
Niggas get it and they lose it what a mess
If you walkin' with a strap wear a vest
Cause it’s two turnt niggas in the coupe riding in the city with the motherfuckin' blicky
One gone fold and the other not a hoe, real niggas adapt when it get sticky
Pull up on a opp what you say now
Draco make a bitch nigga lay down
She want this dick she better get the PayPal
After we done fucking you give me my space now
Two turnt niggas in the coupe riding in the city with the motherfuckin' blicky
One gone fold and the other not a hoe, real niggas adapt when it get sticky
Pull up on a opp what you say now
Draco make a bitch nigga lay down
She want this dick she better get the PayPal
After we done fucking you give me my space now
Fuck what a bitch nigga talking bout
Hoes ain’t shit but steady talking down
Lies they be telling they be wrong and loud
Fucking all ya partners they be fuckin foul
Doing hoe shit must be in fuckin style
Facing a case behind my fuckin child
My baby mama ain’t shit and we can go to trial
Guarantee I don’t give a damn what they talking bout
I go, full throttle cause I got potential
Account numbers looking exponential
Bad bitches up in the rental
Don’t fix yo lip, cause I’ll fix yo dental
Don’t make no choice cause I’ll fuck yo mental
Thank God I don’t look like shit I been through
I came from the bottom I don’t have to pretend to
Fuck what you think I don’t care if it offend you
A lot of trick bitches all on the menu
Know this bitch a hoe she be at every venue
Know a nigga plotting which one of them sent you
I promise y’all don’t know what the fuck I done been through
But just know imma have the last laugh
Bitch you mad get some cash run it up hoe get a bag
Niggas interfere with every play and they never call a flag
Oh well that’s what it is oh well shit imma still do the dash
I adapt to this shit I laugh at this shit
Fuck around and I gotta get a plaque with this bitch
I’ll never fold and I’m only getting better
And I know niggas probably mad at that shit
Ya heard me, ha
Two turnt niggas in the coupe riding in the city with the motherfuckin' blicky
One gone fold and the other not a hoe, real niggas adapt when it get sticky
Pull up on a opp what you say now
Draco make a bitch nigga lay down
She want this dick she better get the PayPal
After we done fucking you give me my space now

Written by:
JUSTIN FIALLOS, KENNARD BOYKIN

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