Ain Bout The Net lyrics

[Verse 1: syrealugly]
I'm in the cut with a .50 round jawn
Broke ass n*gga always askin' for some
Pass me the stick, I'ma go dumb
I'm juggin' at home, I'm juggin' at school
You know you a b*tch, n*gga follow the rules
I feel like muck cannon with no tools
That n*gga run up, he get smoked like a JUUL
n*gga run up, he get smoked like a vape
He think that he slime, n*gga but he ain't
I walk in that b*tch doin' what I want
I walk in that b*tch doin' what you can
I tutored these n*ggas, I'm not a saint
I'm sippin' on drank, but you sippin' on paint
And I'm with bro, we just copped a whole pint
I might f*ck your b*tch, n*gga yeah I might
Yeah, I hurt my wrist, y'all hit it right
You n*ggas be di*kridin' like a bike
I got me a strap, no I don't fight
Yeah boy, you a b*tch we heard 'bout you
I'm gettin' the green, y'all get the blue
Yеah my choppa bless me, like I shoot
n*gga you a brokе n*gga, who is you?
I'm stand in souls, n*gga I can't lose
Yeah, I'm with my cousin we countin' blues
I spent your whole fit, n*gga on some shoes
b*tch wanna f*ck, yeah she throw it cool
You tryna hang it, that boy a new
I hop on the beat and it's prod by reklus1ve
Uhh, you know I don't f*ck with you
Uppin' the choppa, I'll point it at you
Feel like a crip, cause I count up the blue
[Verse 2: Nettspend]
Uh, yeah
He talk like a b*tch, so I came with you
If he tellin' on gang, put a hole in his head
If he hate on the gang and I came with you
Countin' the blues, count the blues (Hmmm)
(Blue) I think I'm rich
Bad ho suck me out my clues
(I) (Ahhh) I like your b*tch
Put that sh*t up in the in sink
I swear to god, I'm bout' to go
[?] walkin' down on
I threw up in my name in the title, I'm f*ckin' on this ho
And they want money [?]