Hook/Chorus – Juju Gotti Wiz Khalifa]
Fvck n! gga better watch your tongue
All that talking, I ain't with that
No, no
All that sh! t on your song
Worldstar, you ain't never did that
No, no
Your hoe don't wanna go home
All in her stomach like a six pack
No, no
Been killing these n! ggas so long
This sh! t feeling like a mismatch
Fvck n! gga better watch your tongue
All that talking, I ain't with that
No, no
All that sh! t on your song
Worldstar, you ain't never did that
No, no
Your hoe don't wanna go home
All in her stomach like a six pack
No, no
Been killing these n! ggas so long
This sh! t feeling like a mismatch
You would think I speak another language
N! ggas just don't understand it
I done took shots for the cameras
I done dvcked shots when they came for us
It was just me and my n! ggas
Wasn't nobody else riding
Let a n! gga find [?]'s killer
He gon' put one up inside him
And my eyes still vogue
Ain't sh! t change, on my grind still, bro
Got a Summer full of shows
And a phone full of hoes
Cause my life kinda ideal, yo
Ain't the one you wanna try here
You just a rookie in the game and you looking at the top tier
And my n! ggas got no fear
You ain't got enough n! ggas so you don't go nowhere
I got a crib out in California
I got a three-year old kid so I live out in California
But sh! t's real out in California
You take a loss, ayy, that's just how it is out in California
But anywhere n! ggas run up on ya
You better watch yourself, you beat and got yourself
They gon' catch you out of bounds where you not yourself
Be a lesson that you learn, you don't taught yourself
The fvck n! ggas running they mouth
The real ones out getting paper
I'mma hit the studio now
Then go fvck a b! tch later
Bad b! tch from down south
Cook food with hella good flavor
I'mma get money in pounds
I ain't got time to go savor
Fvck n! gga better watch your tongue
All that talking, I ain't with that
No, no
All that sh! t on your song
Worldstar, you ain't never did that
No, no
Your hoe don't wanna go home
All in her stomach like a six pack
No, no
Been killing these n! ggas so long
This sh! t feeling like a mismatch
Fvck n! ggas stop dapping me out
Unless you talking 'bout the money
You a dumb n! gga and you soft
Please stay the fvck from around me
A motherfvcking lame n! gga make me sick
So go fvck you and your homies
Talking cheaper than a b! tch
If you a real n! gga, gotta show me
Back when I didn't have sh! t
N! ggas acted like they didn't know me
I was sleeping outside by the d! tch
All of my partner got phony
Everybody stopped answering they phone
N! gga that sh! t was so lonely
I was scraping on one-twenty-fours
For a little pack of Bologna
Now I got the chips with the dip
And now these b! tches back on me
Throwing hundreds in the air like whip
Cut a n! gga's throat like Tony
If you ain't talking 'bout no money
N! gga turn down your convo
Kush got me like a mummy
Got my shirt on like Tonto
Fvck n! gga better watch your tongue
All that talking, I ain't with that
No, no
All that sh! t on your song
Worldstar, you ain't never did that
No, no
Your hoe don't wanna go home
All in her stomach like a six pack
No, no
Been killing these n! ggas so long
This sh! t feeling like a mismatch

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