Slave Myself for it lyrics

(Bossup n*gga)

f*ck you gon do?
Slave myself for it (yea)
I'm the one who hit that lick I paid myself for it
f*ck his opinion f*ck her opinion it's my sh*t
Don't ask me why I did it b*tch cause it's my sh*t
Ain't no plug doing consignments f*ck I look like
Playing it cool but still wanna rob em it's what I feel like
Old head keep on bringing up the past that sh*t dead now
Clutchin on that glizzy tryna make sure they don't get me
n*gga moving iffy b*tch keep talkin bout she miss me
That b*tch sent ? 50
I ain't wanna fly, I drove and brought it with me
Knowin them angels coming with me
I sold dog food for real, I ain't have a choice
Put them gloves on hit em with that cut and tell em its a different boy
He over therе tryna be something that he not, bеtter get your boy
Don't touch my guns, put that sh*t the f*ck down n*gga thats not a toy

f*ck you gon do?
Slave myself for it (myself for it)
I'm the one who hit that lick I paid myself for it
f*ck his opinion f*ck her opinion it's my sh*t
Don't ask me why I did it b*tch cause it's my sh*t
Ain't no plug doing consignments f*ck I look like
Playing it cool but still wanna rob em it's what I feel like
Old head keep on bringing up the past that sh*t dead now
Can't forget them sins, the sh*t you said or what you did
Got a Dj Khaled wrist, auntie like "God did"
Where I pull up for the people, they like damn he "Godsent"
Smoking backwoods till my voice soundin like Fred the Godson
Two thousand miles away that b*tch like "you keep dogging"
Hang up in my face b*tch, then I won't call again
The plug keep making up sh*t, like I don't know sh*t
Keep thinking n*ggas green b*tch you gon see that post hit

I'm like "f*ck the industry"
b*tch, really from the street
13 with a 1-3
Locked up sin the ?
b*tch, ain't no love or sympathy
All the time lost be getting to me
Can't shake it off, just sitting with me
Beans demons and a glizzy with me

f*ck you gon do?
Slave myself for it (yea)
I'm the one who hit that lick I paid myself for it
f*ck his opinion f*ck her opinion it's my sh*t
Don't ask me why I did it b*tch cause it's my sh*t
Ain't no plug doing consignments f*ck I look like
Playing it cool but still wanna rob em it's what I feel like
Old head keep on bringing up the past that sh*t dead now
Clutchin on that glizzy, tryna make sure they don't get me
I ain't wanna fly, I drove and brought it with me