Itself lyrics

by

WTM Scoob


[Verse 1: Veeze]
Aye
This dope ain't gon’ scale itself
Them bows ain't gon' mail they self
n*gga, you know I gotta get this wealth
I put a line on the table, tell that b*tch it ain’t gon' sniff itself
I thought you had these bricks for sale
I pull up on the block, them n*ggas said you ain't got sh*t for sale
These hoes ain't gon' pimp they self
You hangin' with a snitch, n*gga you know you a snitch as well
I ain't gon' tell on myself
Them b*tches tellin’ me to write a statement, I said go to hell
b*tch i’d rather go to jail
I'd rather pop a bar and wake up inside the holdin’ cell
This clip ain't gon' load itself
Imma pull up on yo block, n*gga this b*tch ain't gon’ blow itself
I put my foot on the food, it ain't gon' step itself
I put my hood on my back, it ain't gon' rep itself
I can't be cuffin' on these hoes, I can't ham myself
I ain't wait, get the I.D's to scam myself
n*gga I got these pieces, they ain't gon' jam themself
Lets hit the road, n*gga these stores ain't gon' scam themself
These strips ain't gon' pop they self
Here, here go a knife n*gga lets see who scrape the pot the best
Let's see who beat the block the best
You know Veeze, he the lil' goat, they say his pops the best
[Verse 2: WTM Scoob]
Im on the road she gotta f*ck herself
Tell Nutty grab another 400 off the f*ckin' shelf
Tell the cops that I don't know myself
Make another ten before we head home is what I told myself
I ain't bad, Im just gettin' Visas
Have Mas pop yo top, give me no reasons
Man my closet lookin' like the last three seasons
Gave me brain all day, I called the b*tch genius
A hunnid 90s off 200, I gotta thank Jesus
I paid $1.98 for every two pieces
I paid cash for the whip, ion do leases
n*gga why you in yo feelings cause yo b*tch creepin' ?

[Verse 3: DT Tha Kidd]
I made it happen all by myself
Man I put n*ggas on even tho, they ain't help they self
Damn right im startin' to feel myself
Man grab a Pyrex, that dope ain't gon' whip itself
Where im from its every man for self
Imma be the one to push it, man that (beep) ain't gon push itself
I make n*ggas wanna kill they self
My b*tch brought her homegirl, I f*cked em both, she wasn't gon' f*ck herself
I lost my mans, don't know how I felt
Man grab a pop from the store, that Lean ain't gon sip itself
Pants they sag, could never rock a belt
I slap them spots overnight cause them spots wasn't gone rock them self
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