Lyrics Chris Sails – Media Freestyle
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They praying on my downfall ’cause I’m popping
I can get any bitch I want, I got options
I don’t trust a soul, niggas be on that opp shit
Run up on me wrong, nigga get hit with that chopstick
See some twins, I want both of y’all, I don’t gotta choose
Gucci on my belt nigga, spikes in my shoes
These Balmains bitch, these are not Trues
I remember you ain’t wanna fuck with me in school
Now I done came up, bitch I’m the man
If you coming over, make sure you bring your friends
‘Cause the gang tryna get it in, white girl off them xans
Damn if that’s your bitch then why she calling me again?
I don’t care about your lames, I don’t need no fucking friends
I just need the gang, pray to God we don’t change
Nigga think it’s fun and games ’til he lose his brains
Hell nah you can’t hang with the gang, you a lame
‘Cause where your ass was at when I was beggin’ for some change?
Bitch I was homeless, yeah I had to do my thing
Came up out Detroit but I still stayed the same
Hating ass hoes always speaking on my name
Keep my name out your mouth, you just tryna get clout
If you suck it real good I might have to shout you out
I ain’t tryna hear excuses, I done turned ruthless
After we get done fucking, hurry up and call your Uber
I ain’t worried about no bitch, I’m too focused on that bag
Have you ever seen five hundred thousand in cash?
They say I fell off, I just take that shit and laugh
Only thing fell off was my love, not the bag
Smoke so many trees, I look Asian
Bitch you too basic, don’t touch me, you dusty
Gucci on my belt nigga, spikes in my shoes
These Balmains bitch, these are not Trues
I remember you ain’t wanna fuck with me in school
Now I done came up, bitch I’m the man
If you coming over, make sure you bring your friends
‘Cause the gang tryna get it in, white girl off them xans
Damn if that’s your bitch then why she calling me again?
I don’t care about your lames, I don’t need no fucking friends
I just need the gang, pray to God we don’t change
Nigga think it’s fun and games ’til he lose his brains
Hell nah you can’t hang with the gang, you a lame
‘Cause where your ass was at when I was beggin’ for some change?
Bitch I was homeless, yeah I had to do my thing
Came up out Detroit but I still stayed the same
Hating ass hoes always speaking on my name
Keep my name out your mouth, you just tryna get clout
If you suck it real good I might have to shout you out
I ain’t tryna hear excuses, I done turned ruthless
After we get done fucking, hurry up and call your Uber
I ain’t worried about no bitch, I’m too focused on that bag
Have you ever seen five hundred thousand in cash?
They say I fell off, I just take that shit and laugh
Only thing fell off was my love, not the bag
Smoke so many trees, I look Asian
Bitch you too basic, don’t touch me, you dusty
You might get a pic if you lucky, your boyfriend look musty, bitch
Fuck you hatin’ ass niggas
All you wanna be rapping ass niggas
Lame ass niggas tryna get clout, fuck you niggas
Keep my fucking name out your mouth
Lil bitty bitches