Ungrateful lyrics

[Intro]
Ungrateful motherf*cker (Drumlords)
It's just the life we live in
Everybody ungrateful
(Playboy on the beat)

[Verse 1]
You can give a n*gga love but he still complain
Lace a n*gga with a chain, make 'em scream his name
You could fall on yo' ass, be straight down bad
n*gga look the other way like they ain't seen a thing
You can buy a b*tch whatever, she'll leave you, man
Jumpship, she ain't trippin' 'cause she got a name (What?)
n*ggas buildin' up hate that they can't explain
n*ggas shootin' shots at ya, now, they want your slang
I never did nothin' to 'em, but they got my man
If he wasn't bullеtproof, he would've felt thе same
Friends I reach my hand out to, they cut my hand
Took the word, "Real n*gga," and they used it in vain
Ain't no rules in the game, man, these dudes, they can change
Sissy-ass n*ggas, most goons, now, they lame
b*tch-ass n*ggas doin' b*tch-ass sh*t that a b*tch do
You might as well wear a thong, man
Y'all ungrateful ass
n*gga mad that I'm still in my bag, and I respect you can't equal up
n*gga kissin' on a b*tch who was kissin' on my di*k
You were lookin' like a duck, n*gga, what the f*ck?
TQ, you ain't never had a job 'til I gave you one
You was workin' at cops K
Ain't nobody wanna sign you but me
Ask QCP, you got passed on, you ungrateful
[Chorus]
n*ggas ungrateful (Talk to 'em)
b*tches ungrateful (Talk to 'em)
These people ungrateful (I don't even wanna talk to 'em)
"Ungrateful" what I'ma tell 'em when I talk to 'em
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)
Ungrateful (I ain't even see this sh*t comin')
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)
My side
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)

[Verse 2]
You can give a n*gga money, but it still ain't enough
Keep it straight a hundred, but it still ain't enough
Real to the bone gristle, but the real ain't enough
You can cry for a n*gga, but the tears ain't enough
n*gga kick ya in your ass when they feel they comin' up
Don't want you with a bag 'cause they feel you got enough
When this sh*t hit the fan, now these n*ggas actin' tough
If I don't get my bag, all I'm sayin', "Good luck"
(Y'all ungrateful ass)
My dawg like, "How you let 'em even snake yo' ass?
Them n*ggas paper bags to a real G"
Dawg, I was waitin' on my time to shine
Then n*ggas crossed the line, now, all of 'em they gon' feel me
Gazzi, you a b*tch n*gga, us black folks, we the ones got you rich, n*gga
You cutthroat, now, all y'all in a clique, n*gga
On Bleak, you better pay me my sh*t, n*gga (Ungrateful ass)
[Chorus]
n*ggas ungrateful (Talk to 'em)
b*tches ungrateful (Talk to 'em)
These people ungrateful (I don't even wanna talk to 'em)
"Ungrateful" what I'ma tell 'em when I talk to 'em
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)
Ungrateful (I ain't even see this sh*t comin')
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)
My side
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)

[Verse 3]
Baby mama, she done hit me with the child support
Ol' dirty-ass b*tch 'bout to lie in court
Well, that AMG Benz, I'ma need that back
Won't play it like that, you ain't 'bout to kick back
Guess the b*tch still mad 'cause her brother got whacked
This the same n*gga f*ck your little sister in a 'Cat
If you suck Bleak di*k, why f*ck it from the back?
You ain't never been sh*t but a f*ckin' hood rat, your ungrateful ass
Go to jail, everybody tryna snake your ass
People feel you goin' down, they'll snake your ass
I'm 'bout to rip these motherf*ckers like paper bag
Cut off my daughter for life, your ungrateful ass

[Segue]
Girl called me a, "b*tch-ass n*gga" (Well, all that hurt me)
Ungrateful ass
Well all, all the sh*t I did for this f*ckin' child
[Chorus]
n*ggas ungrateful (Talk to 'em)
b*tches ungrateful (Talk to 'em)
These people ungrateful (I don't even wanna talk to 'em)
"Ungrateful" what I'ma tell 'em when I talk to 'em
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)
Ungrateful (I ain't even see this sh*t comin')
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)
My side
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)

[Verse 4]
I been goin' through some sh*t, and this sh*t done got deep (n*gga)
Gotta realize everybody ain't G
How the f*ck you do that when you represent the streets?
Streets made you, and the streets made me
If you ask B.G., you was on PC (n*gga)
The name that you got, I think you got that from me
The fans all mad, actin' like they can't see
Your street cred goner, n*gga, don't blame me
sh*t, your homeboy right, you ain't livin' like that
Everything that you rap, you ain't never did that (n*gga)
'Cause other n*gga talkin', he a certified rat
Your co-defendant been gave me your paperwork, n*gga
I gave you a video and verse, n*gga, for the free
When you was tryna pay a n*gga, b*tch, I'm a G
Thought Turk felt the same way, Goddamn
'Cause we all from the same place, Louisiana

[Outro]
(Ungrateful) All I could do is shake my head
(Ungrateful) At this point
(Ungrateful) All y'all motherf*ckers sour
These people so ungrateful (GQ)
(Ungrateful) Yung Bleu
(Ungrateful) All y'all motherf*ckers
This Badazz, n*gga
Goin' through some things