30 you a fool for this one
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made It

Young nigga ballin' like Curry, bitch keep stalkin' my jewelry
Sixes all on the curb, you know a young nigga swervin'
All my young niggas lurkin', bitch get missin' on purpose
With my bitch she still flirtin', what's a dick, that's a thirty
I ain't fuckin' wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out, huh
Pull that cash out, baby, this your last shot
I ain't fuckin' wit no pussy nigga who gon' be tearin' out
You gon' be tearin' out
You ain't gon' bust nan'n shot

I can't believe these pussy nigga tryna beef about this hoe
This a freak, this ain't yo hoe
You ain't street boy you's a hoe
I was tryna find out how fuck that he came through the hole
How the fuck da spot got hot, found a leak went through ya hole
You been pillow talkin' woe, real killa talkin' cold
Real nigga talkin' codes, I say jigga that's a low
Got a jugga in DC, got fight that jigga off in court
So many jugg I need a bankroll just like Hov
Send a bankroll not these hoes (bankroll)
Rest easy Bankroll still my bro (rest easy Bankroll)
Gotta stay on tippy toe (tip)
Goin this way way up on you hoes
Damn right off in this bitch, I'll put this K up on her bro
I was just tryna get money, you tryna fade the draco

Young nigga ballin' like Curry, bitch keep stalkin' my jewelry
Sixes all on the curb, you know a young nigga swervin'
All my young niggas lurkin', bitch get missin' on purpose
With my bitch she still flirtin', what's a dick, that's a thirty
I ain't fuckin' wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out, huh
Pull that cash out, baby, this your last shot
I ain't fuckin' wit no pussy nigga who gon' be tearin' out
You gon' be tearin' out
You ain't gon' bust nan'n shot

Pussy nigga thought that he was mob, he just a mascot
Young Vito way, rookie of the year like Prescott
I got young killas, just like Curry, they don't miss a shot
They don't miss a shot, I send 'em straight up through ya spot
Nigga had da nerve to ask Lil' One 'bout a pussy ass bitch
That hoe don't belong to me or you, that hoe belong straight to dick
These hoes belong straight to dick, I'm a young nigga from the bricks (from the bricks)
Ain't got feelings for a bitch (no, no) unless she tryna get me rich (forreal)
Money, power, respect though, pullin' up by the bankroll
Want some problems ain't think so, want some smoke, ain't think so
Hangin' out with them dracos, walkin' up with them dracos
Mob for life that's the way it goes, cross ya out that's the way it go

Young nigga ballin' like Curry, bitch keep stalkin' my jewelry
Sixes all on the curb, you know a young nigga swervin'
All my young niggas lurkin', bitch get missin' on purpose
With my bitch she still flirtin', what's a dick, that's a thirty
I ain't fuckin' wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out, huh
Pull that cash out, baby, this your last shot
I ain't fuckin' wit no pussy nigga who gon' be tearin' out
You gon' be tearin' out
You ain't gon' bust nan'n shot, pussy

Ayo Troub, get at me bruh, it's Mike WiLL,
I'm at the yo, it was me callin' from that 404 number man like,
This my new number bruh, get at me, I'm at the yo

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Writer(s): Mariel Orr, Michael Len Williams, Samuel Gloade