文本歌词

Nick you're stupid
Oh Lord Jetson made another one
These n***as know about me I'll tell you nothing
Movin' on the money boy you know I'm up to something
You really think I sit on my a*s and do nothing
You s**ttin' me
You kiddin' me
I could feel these n***as tryna' get rid of me
Fontaine n***as see him on the phone they so hateful
I don't give a fook about my enemies
And if you want back just turn the boy into a friendemy
Talkin' mad
We got Glockies for them choppas for them
No I don't want any of your nonsense
Stop blah blah blah
You mad as hell got 'em with the cha cha cha
Boy ripped of the fake s**t
I couldn't take it had to sabbatize to make it
If you ain't first you're last Bobby
I can't get this off this rap s**t it ain't a hobby
And this ain't for everyone you should know that
And if it's too hot in the kitchen you should go back
Baby if you want some so much don't think you have
Cut off everything 'cause you want it so bad
These n***as know about me I'll tell you nothing
Movin' on the money boy you know I'm up to something
You really think I sit on my a*s and do nothing
You s**ttin' me
You kiddin' me
I could feel these n***as tryna' get rid of me
Fontaine n***as see him on the phone they so hateful
I don't give a fook about my enemies
And if you want back just turn the boy into a friendemy