Suede Type Beat

[Chorus]
Dogshit records
My N---- L money be blacking on these shits
I'm bouta go back to [?] get me a 50$ pair of jeans
Matter fact brodie lets take me to [?] after this
I got 50 dollars for some jeans im bouta get fresh
You know I got some white runtz in the crib
Ay Ay yeah
[Verse]
Walked in like "who need cocaine?"
Baby like "Neph, you need sleep; been up for 4 days"
Turn that ass around baby fuck the foreplay
Chancletas on my feet I feel like Jose
I took a 35 hour drive just to cali
I ain't send a bitch shit N--- fuck ya ex
I don't even want a Audi bitch I'm getting chauffeured
Make unc drive me round for a nice [?]
Bitch ain't got no felonies bitch we buying guns
These 3.5's za got me doing numbers
Unc keep coming back for these big fuckers
Auntie love the glass dick can't keep her lips off it
Yeah (yeah)
I really send my auntie random cashapp's
If it wasn't for my auntie how the fuck i was gonna rap
Bitch
I shot a auntie every god damn trap
Bitch
I love my auntie cuz' i know she got my back
My momma jelous of my auntie cuz' she know she got me
Let my momma bump my song she heard me say i'm doing molly
Yeah
Ill tell you something don't you tell no body
Bitch I been in the trap since rocking Abercrombie
[Chorus]
Yeah
Where the licks at? Fuck a party
Keep the trap house clean don't you trust no body
I told my bitch I go to jail you better not fuck no body
Her life similar to mine, she don't trust nobody
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I walk in like i'm too shook
With some henny, backwoods and my new ports
Area codes, yeah, woah woah woah woah woah
Walked in like the number 1 trap N-----
In the one that take a trip and make it back with it
Im the one that stretch out a hanger and cook crack with it
Im the one that spin the block and throw packs to em'
Do my rhymes, collecting money from these N-----
Wake yo' ass up 4 o'clock about my money N----
Wake yo' baby momma and kids about my money N-----
All I hear is Grandmama voice saying don't trust these N----
I tried to stay humble, that's the hardest thing
Dirty N--- hit the work with some Irish spring
I told my momma that i got her and i hope she trust me
I don't even trust my momma she be moving funny
My momma telling all her friends that i rap now
She genuine about how i dont sell crack now
Shit I could do a few features get a bag now
Wish I could tell my homies back in prison how I rap now
[Chorus]
Yeah, how I rap now
All I do is talk about how I sell crack
How I sold crack
Dogshit records
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah
These N---- want the sauce
All my licks treat me good cuz I don't treat em wrong
In the trap 3 days thinking I'm seeing sum
My grandma call me just to check up
See my daughter on the face time i could tell sum was going on
Im like "you see my video whats going on?"
Shit daddy gon have that bag when he make it home
Shit i'd rather die before i stay broke
[End]
My new bitch bad real real real thick