I ain’t f*ck with people who f*ck with people that I ain’t f*ck with
He said he was a shoota, he ain’t even shootin’ buckets
I was sixteen, Brittany, working at CV’s
Stocking navy beans, and I’m fu*kin’ all the employees
New Jeep Liberty, boy I was a motherfu*kin’ fein
Too much lean, clocking in, on a motherfu*kin’ bean
Black eyed peas, collard greens
F*ck the FSPD
F*ck you mean I’m on the scene, I’m a fu*kin’ murder it
Get them riches, trap in ditches
Leave that muhfu*ker with stitches
I don’t care, I didn’t ask, plus you have no bad b*tches
All my dogs, my aye yo Chris’ (?)
My Key Gwaps (?) and all my listeners
And my baby, love my girly, she my world
She loves me when I’m wearing Hurley
That’s my boo, that’s my bae
Don’t know how I managed her league
Back in seventh grade, I was victim to quite a few swirlies
I was a loser, I was a virgin, sh*t, I wasn’t even learning
F*ck was I at school? Guess I wanted people to start searching
Up my name, and my SoundCloud
When’s Madonna gonna shout my sound out?
I’ve been losing all my life, but as of lately I’ve been winning
I got money now, it’s funny how that seems to make a difference
And these people didn’t f*ck with me expecting sh*t for Christmas
Stuffed their stocking with a Glock, this ain’t no fu*kin’ Christmas dinner
We aren’t homies, we won’t never will, my exes can all go to hell
Heaven seems to be right here
God’s the judge, he knows you guilty
You f*ck with people
F*ck with people I don’t f*ck with
Hit a on one of your bros, he throwing mad fits
Baby girl be like some shaving cream, thick and rich
I don’t f*ck with the people that you f*ck with
Brand new phone, who’s this calling me?
I’m in my b*tch’s kitchen
Scrubbing off the caviar on my gold antique China dishes
Gucci sweat on my chest, got Captain Morgan in my britches
I wake up and I get hammered
Yes, I’m really fu*kin’ living
I’m really fu*kin’ living
I put in the work and the work keeps giving
I put in the work and the work keeps giving
The work keeps giving, aye