IN THE BEGINNING lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, oh
Da-da, oh
Who see me? Hmm
Oh, oh
Hmm
Hmm, la-la, la-la
Uh, da-da

[Chorus]
b*tch I did this by myself
Nobody was checkin' on me like last year
Made it out, it's a problem, now these b*tches claimin' they helped
You should tell me "I'm sorry", for callin' me with all that bullsh*t
b*tch told me "I ain't bout it", we be violatin' that full clip
Told her "That's on everything, yeah", got my opp b*tch on the floor beggin' for wedding rings
And these n*ggas hatin' on me, they all pus*y, you know they all fake
b*tch you don't know me, bang it out on broad day (Yeah)
Tell a b*tch I want my guap, you know we keep them guns heavy
c*mmin' all up in her face, b*tch what you call that c*mfetti
I ain't runnin' from nobody, we gon' leave 'em done empty
Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30
All these n*ggas 'round me strapped, that be the reason why he mad (Mad)
So addicted to this smoke, my mother researchin' rehab
b*tch I'm really from the X, no none of these n*ggas know me that well
Ended up robbin' my father, for his coke I want that cash well
[Verse]
Sniper get 'em, I don't play 'bout my shorty, he shootin' well (Boom)
How you claimin' you a huncho, in real life you by yourself?
'Cause if I kill you, ain't nobody gon' give a f*ck about your death
You really pus*y, actin' like you gangster, lyin' to yourself (Oh, oh)
I swear to God I might go off a n*gga, catch 'em woppin', n*gga (Oh, oh)
Run in the bank, I gotta package, twenty thousand dollars, n*gga (Oh, oh)
I just wanna know why, they keep talkin' on a n*gga? (Oh, oh)
Grab your b*tch then make her fly, show her who a boss n*gga
Real rap, my ex ain't really love a n*gga, hmm
I'm traumatized from all this love, my n*gga
Soon as I go turn my back, they throwin' subs, my n*gga
That man callin' me his brother 'cause I'm up, my n*gga
Bought a b*tch a Birkin bag, yes I'm too lit, brother
We throw big colors
Big dripper, leavin' big puddles with my big brothers
That be meanin' we all live together, that's a big hustle
Shout out Bando, he ain't missin' nothin', we got big guns, it could get done
Hoppin' off a jet, I got the drop, my brodie swervin' off (Yeah)
Heard she really f*ckin' with a broke n*gga, she hurtin' now (f*ck 'em)
You ain't even got no money to talk to me like first of all (Ayy)
Yeah you got me bad, in my bag, got a purpose now
Got a lot to say, I'm holdin' back 'cause I don't give a f*ck (Nah)
Gangsters move in silence, he was talkin', I'm still pullin' up
My new shorty mad 'cause I was in the studio workin' hard
Like b*tch, I'm really workin' now
[Chorus]
b*tch I did this by myself (Oh)
Nobody was checkin' on me like last year
Made it out, it's a problem, now these b*tches claimin' they helped (Yeah)
You should tell me "I'm sorry", for callin' me with all that bullsh*t
b*tch told me "I ain't bout it", we be violatin' that full clip
Told her "That's on everything, yeah", got my opp b*tch on the floor beggin' for wedding rings
And these n*ggas hatin' on me, they all pus*y, you know they all fake (All fake)
b*tch you don't know me, bang it out on broad day (Broad)
Tell a b*tch I want my guap, you know we keep them guns heavy
c*mmin' all up in her face, b*tch what you call that c*mfetti
I ain't runnin' from nobody, we gon' leave 'em done empty (On God, yeah)
Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30 (Own .30)
All these n*ggas 'round me strapped, that be the reason why he mad (Mad)
So addicted to this smoke, my mother researchin' rehab (Yeah)
b*tch I'm really from the X, no none of these n*ggas know me that well (Know me that well)
Ended up robbin' my father, for his coke I want that cash well (I want that cash, brodie)

[Outro]
That's on everything, yeah
Beggin' for wedding rings
They all pus*y, you know they all fake
Yes I'm too lit, brother
Who see me?
See me on the TV
Showin' all my VVS
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