Major Leagues lyrics

[Intro]
(Oh, Switches the label)
Come on
(H4rry)
Grrt
Uh, uh, yeah
Huh, I thought I—, yeah (I thought I f*ckin' told you)
I thought I let you n*ggas know, YOP (I thought I f*ckin' told you n*ggas)
I thought I let y'all know before (Yeah)
But come on, yeah, yeah (Uh, uh)

[Verse]
I thought I said what I said when I had said it (I thought I said it)
I know without that lace front on, this b*tch probably bald-headed (Bald head b*tch)
n*ggas say it cheese on me, well, this chopper'll shred it (Come on, cheers, grrt, bah-bah, bah)
Uh, b*tch'll shred a n*gga's sh*t up (Grrt)
I heard I was fake rich (Huh?), y'all playin' right? (Y'all playin' with me)
I got more money than every n*gga up in your f*ckin' life (On God)
Don't tell me 'bout what you heard, b*tch, tell me what you know (Tell me what you know)
n*gga, stop sendin' thеm subliminals, put it on the floor (Put it on the floor, n*gga)
Why you keep askin' me for sh*t? your n*gga must bе broke, huh (Your n*gga must be broke)
That n*gga must be broke, baby, haha (Ol' bum-ass n*gga)
I bet he asked can he use your card to go to the store (I-I-I bet that sh*t)
I bet that n*gga askin' to use your whip right now
Baby, this sh*t different, come over here, I can change your vision (I can change it)
Go 'head, break that f*ckin' lease, I could change your livin' (Come on)
Come and bring that pus*y over to me, let me rub on your kitten
Oh, bring that pus*y to me, come on (Let me rub on your sh*t, baby)
Feds did a sweep last week, passin' out indictments (f*ck)
Just gave my lawyer fifty K, told her, "Let's start fightin'" (n*gga, fight that sh*t)
I had to put my helmet on, I feel like a Viking (Strap up)
Tap the fully on my finger, sh*t look like I'm typin' (Grrt, baow)
I hate n*ggas, I think I'm startin' to feel that b*tch Karen (Huh?)
I'll never claim a b*tch mines because we all sharin' (n*gga, we all sharin')
Bro'll bug up and shoot, watch where the f*ck you starin' (He'll bug up)
She can't take when I be f*ckin' her, it feel like her sh*t tearin' (Come on)
Stop f*ckin' on them shrimps (Shrimp, n*gga)
I can't be no b*tch full-time n*gga, hire me as a temp' (Hire me as a temp')
I ain't no P, but I keep it P like I'm a f*ckin' pimp (I'm a f*ckin' pimp)
When I find a b*tch for me, I'ma be a f*ckin' simp (I'ma be a f*ckin' simp)
Now I'm boomin' sh*t, I can't go, I'm too f*ckin' raw (I'm too f*ckin' raw)
I ain't gon' lie, it feel good, but that sh*t tickle when a b*tch suck the balls (That b*tch tickle)
This the major leagues, stay on the bench if you can't f*ckin' ball (If you can't ball, n*gga)
On the motherf*ckin' bench, n*gga, come on (Yeah)
[Outro]
Ayy, I thought—, hmm (H4rry)
I thought I f*ckin' told you
I thought I let you n*ggas know, uh (I thought I f*ckin' told y'all n*ggas)
I thought I let y'all know before (Come on, come on)
(Ooh, that's that Grease)