[Hook]

Don’t wanna be friends with none of these n***as theses n***as is back biters
I keep up my head don’t get enough credit cause shit i don’t act like em
They tryna get ahead they study my style these [???] wanna rap like me
I know fasure you ain’t trap like me one 25 [???]
58 58 Craig poppin, you ain’t got no stats like me
Cutlass Ciera i trapped out it, you ain't got no stats like me
For bitches that used to talk bad bout me, you ain't got no stats like me
You ain't got no stacks like me, You ain't got no stacks like me (you ain’t got it)


[Verse 1: Kur]

Happy my hard life is over
It’s gon’ get hard when you closer
BItches got all type of motifs
Let that shit fly don’t approach us
Giving it time when it get slower
Waking up high never sober
I’m staying silent never [???]
I’m in the valley chilling smoking
She want kitana's we gon [???]
Came from the bottom shot was open
Yo I got loud out I was posted
Don’t need a timeout dawg i’m focused
N***as gon wild out snapping [???]
N***as start hiding when they owe you
Call me i’m grinding i was mogle
Late night i’m out there I was sober
Crashed the wheel it was totaled
N***as be thirsty on these socials
N***as thats thirty I could coach ‘em
Imma keep working like i’m ‘posed to
Don’t take it personal i ain’t expose you
Dozing off I just had two circles
Showing off now I got em nervous
Going I finally feel my purpose
Got it off everyday i’m serving
I needed some money i was hurting
On the next bitch cause this ain’t working
On the next lick cause this ain't working
Catch me a purse the same person
I use to hang out past curfew
I use to hang out past
[Hook]

Don’t wanna be friends with none of these n***as theses n***as is back biters
I keep up my head don’t get enough credit cause shit i don’t act like em
They tryna get ahead they study my style these [???] wanna rap like me
I know fasure you ain’t trap like me one 25 [???]
58 58 Craig poppin, you ain’t got no stats like me
Cutlass Ciera I trapped out it, you ain't got no stats like me
For bitches that used to talk bad bout me, you ain't got no stats like me
You ain't got no stacks like me, You ain't got no stacks like me (you ain’t got it)

[Verse 2: Mozzy]

You n***as ain't get to the bags like me
Conversating tryna act like me
I be hopping out mad icy
Called the lil bitch [???]
Every n***a in the clan slimey
Hella n***as in the can fighting
Gang banging I stand by it
Any n***a get stand by it
Any n***a get blamed bout it thats word out to [???]
Hell gang [???]
And we don’t tolerate squealing I got some killers with me right now
They tired of just sitting around
I got some pounds in the house [???]
I need a mill [???] in my account
I’m just thinking out loud
I was thinking bout a new rollie and I might as well bust down
They know i’m up a hunnid couple thou
Bro running running round
Mickey mouse on the chopstick bitch thats a whole hunnid rounds
I see the money imma run it down
I don’t fuck around when it come to that
How you don’t feed the n***as that you be around nah we ain't into nun of that
I see the money imma run it down
I don’t fuck around when it come to that
How you don’t feed the n***as that you be around nah we ain't into nun of that
[Hook]

Don’t wanna be friends with none of these n***as theses n***as is back biters
I keep up my head don’t get enough credit cause shit i don’t act like em
They tryna get ahead they study my style these [???] wanna rap like me
I know fasure you ain’t trap like me one 25 [???]
58 58 Craig poppin, you ain’t got no stats like me
Cutlass Ciera I trapped out it, you ain't got no stats like me
For bitches that used to talk bad bout me, you ain't got no stats like me
You ain't got no stacks like me, You ain't got no stacks like me (you ain’t got it)