Subtle lyrics

[Intro: Jamie Foxx]
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

[Chorus]
I'm in my bag, b*tch in my duffel
Like he Uzi, make him shuffle
That boy soft like he a puffle
You get money, I make double, yeah
You want nothing, you in trouble
Step on necks like they some puddles
Don't like flexing, I'm too subtle

[Verse 1]
Don't need bullets, use my knuckles
Solvin' problems like a puzzle
Don't wan' fight, you don't want struggle, no
Take a flight out to L.A
Stay there for a couple days
Then I might go to the A
Makin' bangers every day
Momma told me to behave
Good food on my dinner plate

[Verse 2]
He say he hard, but he ain't make no noise
Kill them beats, yeah I destroy
Playin' with them sticks, put 'em down, boy they not no toys
Do this sh*t, don't got no choice
Gaming, I feel like I'm POiiSED
Got that sauce, not talking soy
Feel like Wiz, 'cause we them boys
But then in a couple days, yeah, we gon' turn the f*ck up
That boy down bad on his ass, I told him get his bucks up
And I got haters on my ears, I told 'em "Shut the f*ck up"
I'm way ahead of these motherf*ckers, they can't catch up
[Verse 3]
Down bad, I know he sad
I know I just made you mad
Trippin', I might take a tab
I'm just playing, don't need no tab
Walk out the bank, and then I laugh
Deposit all of my new cash
Remember fallin' asleep in class
Now I'm chasing that new bag
Got motherf*ckers still in swag
All of my exes want me back
But I don't need them in my life
f*ck a thot, I got a wife
Don't care about what you finna type
'Cause that sh*t will not change my mind
You needa quit, you wastin' time
I'm counting dollars, you get dimes
I'm with Pi'erre, sent that pack
That song you sent me, that sh*t ass
Don't wanna listen, I might pass
New hoodie on me, that sh*t crash
You hatin' cause I speak them facts
You hatin' cause you get no racks
Wit' my city on my back
I don't cry, never asked
[Chorus]
I'm in my bag, b*tch in my duffel
Like he Uzi, make him shuffle
That boy soft like he a puffle
You get money, I make double, yeah
You want nothing, you in trouble
Step on necks like they some puddles
Don't like flexing, I'm too subtle
I'm in my bag, b*tch in my duffel
Like he Uzi, make him shuffle
That boy soft like he a puffle
You get money, I make double, yeah
You want nothing, you in trouble
Step on necks like they some puddles
Don't like flexing, I'm too subtle
Don't like flexing, I'm too subtle, yeah