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[Intro]
(Jit cooked this one)

[Chorus]
Everybody beggin' me for attention, I can't lie, that shit gettin' on my nerves
Keep sayin' that's your favorite song and don't even know the words
Came from nothin' and got a bag, I don't need no splurge
Uh, uh, go, go
Ain't gotta duck, they hit the flash 'cause they can't see behind this five percent
Niggas wish they was me, that's why they mad, that shit don't make no sense
Thuggin' hard, we used to penny pinch
Handsome, I could fuck on any bitch
Right now I'm celibate

[Verse 1]
Quick to sell lil' bitch a dream
Turn up a ho, we should team
Attitude like my ho mean
Fuck the sweep, clear the whole scene
I'll make a nigga get down, I don't play fair
You witness this, your shit get splitted, I'd never care
She play with my feelings, feel my heart tap
I can't feel it beat, don't think my heart there
All I do keep it real, can't lie, that shit rare
Been thuggin', you a bum, just thug it out, you gotta sit there
What I spent on my wrist, nigga, that's brick fair
What I spent in my mouth, nigga, that's brick fair
If you see me 'round, just know a switch there
I get mad so fuckin' easy, please try not to stare
She like it rough, hit from the back, I'm pullin' on her hair
She like it rough, I might fuck 'round, hit this bitch with a chair
Never been to the Chi', but I still fuck all my hoes there
He try to slide, they send Li Rye, the young niggas who brought the pole there

[Chorus]
Everybody beggin' me for attention, I can't lie, that shit gettin' on my nerves
Keep sayin' that's your favorite song and don't even know the words
Came from nothin' and got a bag, I don't need no splurge
Uh, uh, go, go
Ain't gotta duck, they hit the flash 'cause they can't see behind this five percent
Niggas wish they was me, that's why they mad, that shit don't make no sense
Thuggin' hard, we used to penny pinch
Handsome, I could fuck on any bitch
Right now I'm celibate

[Verse 2]
On the dada, I only sip a deuce and pop two RP fifteens
Free lil' Rod, remember plug callin' them split screens
We clutch the same sticks off Call of Duty, split screen
Aim this bitch at his head, we probably don't even let the bitch scream
I know real serial killers, nigga, who the fuck is Scream?
Like Jason Voorhees or somethin'
Hit the from the back, I grab her waist, ayy, bae, come here, don't try to run
Drop a diss, get sacrificed, add my own killer on the sum
We been steppin' on shit, that boy ain't be the only one
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt (Jit cooked this one)
That's how it sound whenever we hit they block 'cause they don't shoot back
Clutch a Draco in my purple jeans, you run up and get blew back
And we been the ones steppin' on shit, lil' bitch, you should've knew that
We keep switchin' these niggas' heads, make it messy where his crew at
On Percs and lean, I'm an addict, yeah, chew that
We been the ones steppin' on shit, yeah, true that
I'ma swallow that Perc' hard, I'm finna chew that
She wanna crush it up, put it in her nose, bitch, we don't do that
On this Perc' I'm tryna fuck, bae, where you at?
Them boys gon' step on you in broad day, you should've knew that
Frrt, frrt, frrt
That's how it sound, we hit they block 'cause they ain't blew back
They don't shoot back
You should've knew that
Should've knew that, uh

[Chorus]
Everybody beggin' me for attention, I can't lie, that shit gettin' on my nerves
Keep sayin' that's your favorite song and don't even know the words
Came from nothin' and got a bag, I don't need no splurge
Uh, uh, go, go
Ain't gotta duck, they hit the flash 'cause they can't see behind this five percent
Niggas wish they was me, that's why they mad, that shit don't make no sense
Thuggin' hard, we used to penny pinch
Handsome, I could fuck on any bitch
Right now I'm celibate