All These n*ggas Sad lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
What these n*ggas say?
Yeah, uh, ming
Yeah

[Verse]
All these n*ggas sad, they ain't getting bags
Bunch of tyrants in the set, we don’t need nobody sweat
Pick the f*cking check up, PayPal broken down
I look like a f*ckin clown, rip these n*ggas upside-down
No, I did the runarounds, crosstown, head down
f*ck this n*gga and his b*tch, make my n*gga finger itch
I don't have a trigger finger, resting with the clique
If we gotta problem shoot him in his sh*t
Send a gang over, treat him like a broken dish
Tired of the games, n*gga, blow your sh*t up quick
Blow yo' sh*t up quick, blow your sh*t up quick
Never talk to me, dirty ass b*tch