My Rib lyrics

[Chorus]
Shawty my back bone, shawty my rib
I don't eat pork, I don't talk to no pigs
I don't trust n*ggas who abandon their kids
Used to hit Selma, Alabama with mid
I don't hold work, I get it off swift
Can't trust b*tches, they talk too much
Can't afford this drip 'cause it cost too much
Gotta cherish these racks 'cause I lost too much
I was in the studio, f*ck these sl*ts
And I sold 400 bags this month
Can't let a b*tch n*gga hit my blunt
BC the gang, we a unified front
I'ma keep it real, girl, I love your touch
And I'm in the crib rollin' Purple Punch
She done fell in love and I only hit it once
Coolin' in the pool in some Burberry trunks
These the Diors, I ain't rockin' no Dunks
I ain't go to class lil' n*gga, I flunked

[Verse]
And I got 90 bags in my trunk, under my spare
Hit her from the back, pullin' her hair
Rocks in my yard, n*gga, beware
n*gga can't lack, gotta be aware
I ain't have sh*t, life ain't fair
Damn, baby girl lookin' good in them sweats
I ain't talkin' shoes but I'm runnin' to a check
Told my girl sorry for the neglect
She just wanna lay around the house and have sex
Plug got a plug and he just hit me with a text
He just sent three different packs for a test run
Every day I serve, n*gga, gotta keep a handgun
And I got the weed, sell it in my mansion
Everything plant-based, I done went vegan
I done been down bad, know he freezin'
But lil' girl sick as hell, cold, she was sneezin'
Talked to the Lord and I told him I need Him
Why you in the trap, not shoppin'? n*gga, beat it
Just like a keyboard, you can get deleted
All my goals, n*gga, I'ma exceed 'em
And I got five straps in the two-seater
And I got the queen with me like Latifah
All my n*ggas pit bulls, n*gga, I'ma breed 'em
Yeah, yeah, and I got exotic comin' in every weekend
n*gga, this motivation when I'm speakin'
n*ggas tellin' on their partner, that's treason
Lil' n*gga mad at me, he ain't eatin'
He ain't got hustle, lil' n*gga, that's the reason
[Chorus]
Shawty my back bone, shawty my rib
I don't eat pork, I don't talk to no pigs
I don't trust n*ggas who abandon their kids
Used to hit Selma, Alabama with mid
I don't hold work, I get it off swift
Can't trust b*tches, they talk too much
Can't afford this drip 'cause it cost too much
Gotta cherish these racks 'cause I lost too much
I was in the studio, f*ck these sl*ts
And I sold 400 bags this month
Can't let a b*tch n*gga hit my blunt
BC the gang, we a unified front
I'ma keep it real, girl, I love your touch
And I'm in the crib rollin' Purple Punch
She done fell in love and I only hit it once
Coolin' in the pool in some Burberry trunks
These the Diors, I ain't rockin' no Dunks
I ain't go to class lil' n*gga, I flunked