[Verse: D'Shaun]I don't believe in too much religionNot superstitious, I was born a ChristianI was born with missions, I was purposely purposedFor Maybach's with curtains, and bitches with Birkin'sHoes is distractionsI'm casually mackingBut never forgettingThe mother fucking planWin and take overThe ghost with a chauffeurA neck full a goldAnd a room with awardsI been playing the backLike I catch in the outfieldBros in the trenchesMy niggas is outcheaAnd I get so highI get higher than light yearsI just bought a cribIf you bad I'll invite yaNiggas keep armsLike the legs of a spiderI teller I love herBut bet I won't wife herIf she got that fireThen I have to ignite herMy gold grill is brightAs that future behind herTop 5 in my stateIf you need a reminderI'm sleep on these niggasLike pillows, reclinersI pop like a condomAnd bust on a bitchI pull up with them sticksBoth them blunts look like twixI sip on that mixAnd I mix what I sipGot me creeping and crawlingLike toddlers with bibsIt's just me, that boy 1-8And Wave in this bitchAll this smokeIt's a Ganja parade in this bitchAnd I skate on yo hoeI Cascade on that bitchBecause I like her hipsAnd the way that she switchBlack and whiteAt the spot, she Dalmatian n shitYeah I'm running these playsBut don't play with this shitYeah my boys always saidI would make it n shitBut I wonder how longIt's gone take for that shitAnd my girl just keep sayingBe patient n shitBut I got no timeTo be waiting on shitI just ran up on a CinderellaGlass bottle's like a glass slipperShe gone sip the techAnd she gone take the hammerI'ma film a movie on my iPhone cameraI'ma put her onTo this country grammarShe gone pop them barsLike breaking out the slammerNever take her homeTo meet my mom and grandmaYoung Texas playerGot it from my grandpaI be posted leaningLike a fucking rampBefore she hit the cribI gotta stamp her handLotta shit has changedBut I can't complainCuss my teeth on blingAnd pockets on romaineI been doing my thangNigga that's all I knowI been blowing the droNigga that's all I rollI been flipping the flowCuss niggas got no flowsGot no hoes, got no goldGot no showsGot no fansGot no plansGot no mansGot no hands, No advanceNo bitch with tansNo crib with granite countertops& pots and pansThese niggas not the manBut Ima drop my shitDrop shit, fuck all ya politicsSaucing like condimentsHot as a pot of gritsMember these hoesWouldn't gimme no complimentsNow when I'm 'roundThey treat me like the hottest shitPrime in ya OptimusClear as ya optics isWho is you up against?My dogs run up a fenceTryna run up a checkI might just break ya neckI will not show respectFuck ya hood and ya setNiggas ain't nothing but some player hatersI'm just outchea balling like a fucking LakerI be smooth enough to serve the fucking waiterStill catching fades, with a fresh taperedYoung paper boy, but shit I chase the paperTold a pussy nigga, time to meet the makerTold a bad bitch lemme renovate yaGimme sweet love, like Anita BakerMy heart cold as my double cupNiggas double-crossed and I doubled upNiggas backstabbed, so I muscled upNow we in this bitch like what the fuck is up?Niggas tried to kill meBut they unsuccessfulI 'ont see deathOn this month's scheduleI see all these rappersThey all pots and kettlesI'ma piss em offI need a pot to piss inI don't need ya mentionsI be in the trenchesEverybody seen itBut nobody witnessedMother fuck a friendshipI be really with itMy palms is itchingA nigga gotta get itYoung CEOAnd I be bout my businessAnd I'ma run this shitUntil the race is finishedFeel like Master PI don't see No LimitI rep RYLTYUntil these niggas kill me, uh[Hook]Niggas ain't nothing but some player hatersNiggas never wanna see you make paperNiggas ain't nothing but some player hatersTell a fuck nigga, fuck away from meUhBitches ain't shit but some player hatersAll them hoes wanna do is take paperBitches ain't nothing but some player hatersTell a bopping bitch the fuck away from me, (x2)
