Never bite the hand that feeds you bro Niggas greedy Never felt what it was like to be loved Bitches be cheap Finally got my hand on some paper I’m gettin even
Main mans turned into a hater This shit deep Over money You’ll turn your back on your brother Cause of money I don’t know a bitch who Really love me Ain’t it funny
I could fill the east up with hundreds Make a freak fuck for nothing I don’t beef much at all Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs Every time my nigga call I show out for him
My bitch been in the house of course I been goin out more Fuck I need clout for I can’t be outscored
For all my niggas that’s callin Bitch I’m still ballin 43 for these And I’ll pay Mike Jordan
But I play em like stockton These bitches selling like oxys
He a hatin’ nigga pop em Gettin rich the only option Bitch I grew up with the doctors You little niggas imposters
Might invest a couple houses All of Houston for my youngin Looking for pints of wocky Who ain’t gettin money stop it I might up a million dollars
I done fucked a million bitches Bitch I got a million problems
Nah for real Next time a nigga diss us He getting killed Bitches think they’re slick not slick enough Baby I see you If you think you can do this shit without me Then so be it The rest of my time and money Being spent on appeals
Crib on the hill Bad bitch who like to chill Doggy bone on her nails Free my fucking Uncle Nell
Million dollars on this bail Don’t give a fuck no more Real recognize real Yeah I don’t trust no hoe Real recognize real Yeah I don’t trust no hoe
Never bite the hand that feeds you bro Niggas greedy Never felt what it was like to be loved Bitches be cheap Finally got my hand on some paper I’m gettin even
Main mans turned into a hater This shit deep Over money You’ll turn your back on your brother Cause of money I don’t know a bitch who Really love me Ain’t it funny
I could fill the east up with hundreds Make a freak fuck for nothing I don’t beef much at all Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs Every time my nigga call I show out for him
My bitch been in the house of course I been goin out more Fuck I need clout for I can’t be outscored
You know a nigga came from the slums What’s crackin to the pastor Got faith from all the guns Hand held with a drum on a nigga If not three It got one on a nigga Give em my all I don’t stunt on my niggas
Aye tell me if you with me My nigga or you gone leave
Why I never get the same love Cause I’m me and my drugs told me You could be something special On Reese
How the fuck am I stressin Thought I didn’t need you Back and forth on this tether It ain’t easy
Mama please show me How to save my money I remember countin down 90 days I’m comin
Never bite the hand that feeds you bro Niggas greedy Never felt what it was like to be loved Bitches be cheap Finally got my hand on some paper I’m gettin even
Main mans turned into a hater This shit deep Over money You’ll turn your back on your brother Cause of money I don’t know a bitch who Really love me Ain’t it funny
I could fill the east up with hundreds Make a freak fuck for nothing I don’t beef much at all Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs Every time my nigga call I show out for him
My bitch been in the house of course I been goin out more Fuck I need clout for I can’t be outscored