Jealous

[Intro]
Hi, Manny

[Chorus]
I got them boys mad at me, I got them boys jealous
I might get crazy if I don't take my meds, yeah
She fuck me, she suck me, lucky I put her to bed
I'm crazy, I'm grimey, I might just shoot at the fed cop
I'm stacking the money, I make the rubberband pop
You hating and faking at that's what got ya man shot
I don't got a pot, I'm swiping this card 'til it lock
Whether you like it or not
I'm servin' fiends, I won't get locked

[Post-Chorus]
I hit the trap, yeah I
I got them racks, yeah I
Will not go back, yeah I
I can not lack, I take a nap, right after I hit from the back
You know that I'm having packs, I spend it and make that shit back
I hit the trap, yeah
I got them racks, yеah I
Will not go back, yeah I
I can not lack, I take a nap, right after I hit from thе back
You know that I'm having packs, I spend it and make that shit back

[Verse]
Hey I'm N.A.O if you never heard of me
If I go broke I might do a burglary
I been through shit, my hear need some surgery
I came up quick
Bitch I move with urgency
This gun not a prop
I just might crop ya top
Lil' nigga, you making me hot
You sad and you broke like ya pops
Yeah I, I got Chanel watch
I got McQueen socks
Ya bitch be loving the cock
Like, after I nut, she won't stop
I make my way to the top
And them boys be praying drop
I make the club rock
Bitch, I'm the plug, cop
I'm callings slugs shots
I smile in the mug shot
I smile at the judge, yeah
'Cause only God can judge ya
Got LSD by the sheet
That bitch just happy I breathe
She tattoo the gang on sleeve
Lil' N.A.O what I bleed
I take a tab and I keet
Shawty, back up, let me breathe
Him what you want
I'm what you need
I'm drinking lean
I'm doing my thing
Living my dream
Bravado jeans
Vintage Supreme
Please don't compare, it's not the same
In love with the cream
Bad bitch do the tag-team
I married the game
Then I went and pawned the ring

[Chorus]
I got them boys mad at me, I got them boys jealous
I might get crazy if I don't take my meds, yeah
She fuck me, she suck me, lucky I put her to bed
I'm crazy, I'm grimey, I might just shoot at the fed cop
I'm stacking the money, I make the rubberband pop
You hating and faking at that's what got ya man shot
I don't got a pot, I'm swiping this card 'til it lock
Whether you like it or not
I'm servin' fiends, I won't get locked

[Post-Chorus]
I hit the trap, yeah I
I got them racks, yeah I
Will not go back, yeah I
I can not lack, I take a nap, right after I hit from the back
You know that I'm having packs, I spend it and make that shit back
I hit the trap, yeah
I got them racks, yeah I
Will not go back, yeah I
I can not lack, I take a nap, right after I hit from the back
You know that I'm having packs, I spend it and make that shit back