Fuck That
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Fuck That
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Yeah, everybody got a breakin' point
I move with P. Stones and Igbos
For any rappers tryna play the hero
For any peasant tryna play Deebo
On some tough guy shit, you not a tough guy, bitch
You mad 'cause the girl you wanna fuck sucked my dick
You were a high school loser, now a bitter adult
I handle your karma myself, that's a quicker result
Raisin' money to kill me 'cause y'all be poppin' the pills
Take the money, save the money for your hospital bills, bitch
They think it's sweet because my skin tone
Little bitch, I been known, people that extend beyond my zipcode
Godby Road, Old National highway
Spelled it out for out-of-towners comin' at me sideways
Old Nat (Old Nat), I can't want for them to get you
Y'all stalkers studied up on me, can't wait for them to test you
Old Nat (Old Nat), I'm unassumin' so you're unprepared
I might make them film it, show the world you're fuckin' scared
They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that
They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that
They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that
'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
Somebody gon' end up hurt
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
I promise I see every word
Yeah, I got big and your bitch is the proof
I got bigger when the media twisted the truth
These insecure grown men I've never met, y'all don't have a cause
If people like me don't exist, y'all don't have a job
You a bitch, you probably got fucked in the pen
You still a bitch, you just gossip with a pen
Fuck the clickbait, political bitch-made journalists
Most of y’all are pussy, smell like fishbait
I dictate my hours, how 'bout you?
I made four million in four minutes bitch, how 'bout you?
Like a Final Four moment that I'll never forget
I wore a fuckin' T-shirt and then I cut through the net
I win, we'll never meet, you're not rich enough bitch
All your disses don't reach, you're not big enough bitch
Y'all be dissin' for the clout, that's how poppin' I am
One phone call, this phone is like a Glock in my hand
They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that
They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that
They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that
'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
Somebody gon' end up hurt
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
I promise I see every word
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