The same nigga that took my bitch, I can’t believe he did it The same mouth they hating with they kiss his bitch with And that’s the same set of lips they sucked my dick with Niggas crying on the internet having bitch fits And I just sold six pounds at the QuikTrip Every time I get some show money, I thank God, nigga ‘Cause all I ever did was sell weed and rob niggas And I ain’t doing shit for free, I gotta charge niggas Hope when those haters hatin’, they don’t got they broad with ’em Yeah, I see you hatin’, ignore, go fuck their bitch in my Jordans Give my baby mama the phone and be like, “Baby, record it” And you rappin’ ass niggas, I’ma give you a warning When you see me, it ain’t no talkin’, I’m just uppin’ the .40 All you talking ass niggas gon’ talk, nigga ‘Cause I don’t talk to lil’ niggas, I’m a boss nigga This lifestyle that I’m living, yeah, it cost, nigga We robbin’ all the rappers if I take a loss, nigga These niggas pillow talking ’bout me, never did shit I got a diaper on, nigga, and I’m still lit What they gon’ do about me, I’m too much to deal with Who you know that could put a pamper on and talk some real shit? And if a girl want it, I could give her some real dick You ’round talkin’ crazy ’bout a nigga and it still hit Pulled it out, put it on her face, I nutted real quick And every time she come around she act like she ain’t did shit