B- lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse]
Same n*ggas got they hands out ain't never gave me sh*t
This opp n*gga only run his mouth 'cause he ain't on sh*t
Bro beat his case last week 'cause he ain't tell 'em sh*t
30K check off of rap, they think I'm sellin' bricks
Stay down, stack all your money, it's gon' make you rich
I don't drink green lean no more 'cause it make me sick
I'll send thirty shots at you out this Draco clip
Her head good, but her pus*y weak, it don't got no grip
n*gga try to reach for these jewels, I'ma break his wrist
Fake-ass watch you showin' off, it's gon' break your wrist
Dog had God on his side, 'cause bro 'nem missеd
Like a blind n*gga tryna walk, I always keep my stick
You broke as hell livin' with your mama, you need to pray about it
I feel likе 2Pac in the '90s, f*ck everybody
Oldhead stopped snortin' dope and started takin' molly
[?][0:45] poppin' out, I'm finna call shawty
My lil' n*gga seventeen years old, but got four bodies
Can't feel all this money in my pants, I got four pockets
You know that n*gga died, they hopped out with like four choppers
Growin' up in Flint, ain't trust sh*t, n*ggas so grimy
My son gon' be a rich lil' n*gga like lil' Bronny
Bro'll catch a free body if I call Johnny
Two K's in this car with me, but I ain't with Ronnie
I seen dog name in that paperwork, he can't come around me
I see a snake in that n*gga eyes, he gon' try to rob me
I see an opp n*gga in the club, he got cracked with bottle
I seened a n*gga get popped tryna scrap, so I ain't tryna squabble
I don't f*ck hoodrats no more, all I f*ck is models
If you get caught by the pigs, be f*ckin' quiet
Bro put a pillow on the front so it sound quiet
Stack the money up, then re-up, it ain't f*ckin' science
If you slide and don't get the job done, you get a B-minus
A lot of n*ggas snitchin' nowadays, don't catch the virus
n*ggas kissin' hoes in the mouth just like Osiris
I gave this b*tch too many rounds, this b*tch got me tired
I fell in love with this rap b*tch, her pus*y so fire
You ain't hit sh*t with that gun, you just shot at tires
Beat a n*gga ass while he was at work, man, I got him fired
If she don't let you f*ck for the free, you just gotta buy it
I rolled a three-five and realized I ain't have a lighter
I stayed up trappin' all night, I pulled an all-nighter
We gon' step on them lil' n*ggas how we step on spiders
If the weed don't smell like 'za, I am not gon' buy it
I'ma hit the pus*y for the free, you the type to buy it
Loski ran up fifty off the banks, I think I gotta try it
Fat n*gga, I'm always eatin' out, I gotta start my diet
n*ggas don't shop with me around the city 'cause I charge the highest
This ten-milli' Glock hit hard, it'd drop a giant
I'ma shoot so many times like Kobe Bryant
J had a show, we had so many hoes at the Hyatt