Not to Mention lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, uh
Dun, dun, uh
Bum, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
Yeah, uh
Bum, uh, huh
Bum, bum, huh
Bum, bum, uh
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
n*ggas in competition, mm, but I know n*ggas trippin'
I spent three hundred K on my pendant, two hundred K on what I'm whippin'
And, oh yeah, not to mention, hella bread up on my b*tches
You know who did them killings, everybody over here got—
Slap a b*tch if she don't listen, wake up, b*tch, go clean my dishes
I'm too turnt to rock them di*kies, turnt n*gga, gon' rock Givenchy
b*tch, I'm too turnt for them kisses, save it for that n*gga that's with you
b*tch, lil' Boston'll never hit you, I'm that n*gga that'll come and get you
When your n*gga kick you out, take you back up to my spot
Penthouse, top floor, this sh*t your n*gga ain't even got
Bеfore I was trappin' Hubba Bubba, me and Ray was hittin' the pot
Dirt road, trappin' hard, tryna run up mе a knot
I could do what I want, hit the jeweler and buy me a b*tch a tennis
I go do what they don't, f*ck a b*tch, then buy the b*tch a pendant
Buy some sh*t they won't, n*ggas hatin', but I keep on sh*ttin'
I ain't never miss no day in the trap, n*gga, I got perfect attendance
Mm, trap out the store, lil' n*gga, we winnin'
Swingin' that pole, lil' n*gga, I'm with it
Give me them 'bows and I'ma go go get it
n*ggas be hoes, they count fetti
You ain't my bro, n*gga, I ain't friendly
Where the coat? n*gga, I'ma hit it
f*ck that b*tch until I'm finished
I can blow this sh*t in a minute
[Chorus]
I can blow this sh*t, I can blow this sh*t in a minute
Uh, I can blow this sh*t, n*gga, I can buy a b*tch a tennis
I can blow this sh*t, n*gga, I can blow this sh*t in a minute
I can blow this sh*t, I can go and buy a b*tch some titties

[Verse 2]
I can blow it like I made the dollar bill myself
I got my n*ggas with me, I ain't run this sh*t all by myself
It costs to drip like this, lil' n*gga, you better watch your step
If you ain't from the Southside, f*ck n*gga, I don't need your help
The b*tch ain't movin' right, it's only right the b*tch get left
Take my pain out on a b*tch, she gotta feel all what I felt
If a b*tch f*ck on my brothers, that's some sh*t I can't accept
But a b*tch f*ck on another n*gga, that's somethin' I can't accept
Check me out up in the city, Boston Richey havin' rep'
b*tch, I'm trappin' everything, but I'm scared to trap that meth
All these brooms we got over here, n*gga play, you gettin' swept
b*tch, don't talk to Boston Richey, you got di*k up on your breath

[Chorus]
I can blow this sh*t, I can blow this sh*t in a minute
Uh, I can blow this sh*t, n*gga, I can buy a b*tch a tennis
I can blow this sh*t, n*gga, I can blow this sh*t in a minute
I can blow this sh*t, I can go and buy a b*tch some titties