low funds lyrics

[Intro]
Pick and mix with the stick
I feel like it’s just the way I'm dancing in this b*tch
n*ggas really sticked up like Tom Clancy in this b*tch
Tryna take my sauce and you gon run off wit it (Ayo, Ian)
Sippin tea in yo hood, yeah I'm coolin wit my blick
I don't need her, I'm good, yeah she left me too sick
She keep grabbin on my pants, yeah she moving too quick
Flew to Cali' then to France, so the cops on my di*k

[Chorus]
(huh)
Cus' they ain't stoppin' sh*t
Ballin' like playoffs get laid off in this b*tch
You gettin' hate dog I hate to see it
Hit sh*t like baseball, get homerun with this stick
Yeah I'm not done
b*tch, I'm high above yo head like it's Top Gun
Know these n*ggas want me dead, this sh*t not fun
Yeah, that n*gga need somе bread he got low funds

[Verse]
Tryna play me, b*tch I'm not onе
Smokin' gas got me coughin' like it's Hot Ones
b*tch, you not a top dog, I'm the Shogun
Heard you bought all them blicks just to post 'em, I don't get it
Blacked out, windows tinted
I might crash out, I can't see what's in it
Got a bad mouth, Jesus said I'm sinnin
Trying not to lash out, but these n*ggas dissin
I can't believe it
I was down bad so long, you should've seen me
I just spit sh*t so real feel like I'm preaching
Yeah these n*ggas not real, feel like they leeching
[Chorus]
(huh)
Cus' they ain't stoppin' sh*t
Ballin' like playoffs get laid off in this b*tch
You gettin' hate dog I hate to see it
Hit sh*t like baseball, get homerun with this stick
Yeah I'm not done
b*tch, I'm high above yo head like it's Top Gun
Know these n*ggas want me dead, this sh*t not fun
Yeah, that n*gga need some bread he go low funds