Lyrics
Please don’t call my phone wit all that cappin’, no
We can’t get along if you ain’t bout that shit you yappin’ bro
I’m always alone but run up on me then I’m clappin’ yo
We don’t need a loan ,the money good, because we taxin’
Boy what’s happenin’ nigga
Please don’t call my phone wit all that cappin’, no
We can’t get along if you ain’t bout that shit you yappin’ bro
I’m always alone but run up on me then I’m clappin’ hoe
We don’t need a loan ,the money good, because we stackin’
Boy what’s happenin’ nigga
Came a long way from Chi-town to Dallas yeah
We can’t do a song if you ain’t bout
The shit you rappin’ No
Hoes all on my phone
They trynna fuck me
But the paper keep on stackin’
Yeah the haters see me laughin’
I just made a new transaction
Keep the numbers quiet
You know they
Evading a few taxes
I dont got the time for crackers
Trynna knock me off my
Balance beam
Balance beams
All over that sheriff badge
Now watch it gleam
I don’t give a fuck bout
All that gossiping
And them fuckin' memes
Must it be
You bitches is ugly in real life
Steel pipe
On my homie waist
And he don’t think twice
Green light
What I give him if
You even blink twice
G advice
I’m just being honest
Bitch she look like Pocahontas
Poke ya highness
Then I’m sliding
I got too much on the line
To be laid up
Need a dime bitch
Pull up like I’m Heinrich
Wit the bullshit
And all the nonsense
Is you gettin' cash
If not that’s a
Bunch of non-cents
Please don’t call my phone wit all that cappin’, no
We can’t get along if you ain’t bout that shit you yappin’ bro
I’m always alone but run up on me then I’m clappin’ yo
We don’t need a loan ,the money good, because we taxin’
Boy what’s happenin’ nigga
Please don’t call my phone wit all that cappin’, no
We can’t get along if you ain’t bout that shit you yappin’ bro
I’m always alone but run up on me then I’m clappin’ hoe
We don’t need a loan ,the money good, because we stackin’
Boy what’s happenin’ nigga
Grove blocc to fountain St
Nigga I was born in
On Forest Ln with Avenue
Cousin they like not again
Only fucc with real niggas
Call em’ family
I ain’t got no friends
Real G, ain’t no scammin’ me
Yeah they love the way that I’m
Movin’, groovin’
Bitches is choosin’
Cuzz baby head game stupid
Grabbin balls like she hoopin
Stayin in my lane
I ain’t gotta bang
You niggas know my name
Bringin’ major pain
Change the game
Then put it in my name
Love, Loyalty, Grind, Respect
And add a little patience
Cuzz you up next
Livin’ how I’m suppose to be
Smokin’ on a potent tree
Every move slow motion G
She tryna see I let her peep
She want the D
Can’t let her breath
Touchin’, Kissin’, smellin’ me
She fucc with me
My pedigree
Still ain’t got no felonies
You ain’t got no felonies?
Cuzz ain’t got no felonies
That’s why they call me SUGg
Niggaaaaaa
Please don’t call my phone wit all that cappin’, no
We can’t get along if you ain’t bout that shit you yappin’ bro
I’m always alone but run up on me then I’m clappin’ yo
We don’t need a loan ,the money good, because we taxin’
Boy what’s happenin’ nigga
Please don’t call my phone wit all that cappin’, no
We can’t get along if you ain’t bout that shit you yappin’ bro
I’m always alone but run up on me then I’m clappin’ hoe
We don’t need a loan ,the money good, because we stackin’
Boy what’s happenin’ nigga
WRITERS
Jrashaad Henderson, Rashawn Williams
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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