How Many
I'm getting way hotter than spicy
Niggas ain hard ain a nigga built like me
Broke boy shit nah never did excite me
Bitch to petty hoe tried to entice me
Look
I'm getting way hotter than humble
All My Niggas they came out the jungle
I been ready for war with rumble
I been serving that bitch like its gumbo
Look
How many gon hate on me
They used to pray for me
I used to feed all you niggas
I be saying my Grace, I been stacking my plate, but it's lately I'm piecing a nigga
And they know I'm a beast I get down in the streets so that's why I can't eat with you niggas
I stay with the bread and the beef for you niggas
I know you don't eat that why I'm feeding you nigga
How many gon hate on me
They used to pray for me
They gotta wait on my downfall
I be piping her up
She be throwing it back
I be back on the road like a outlaw
Oh that bitch is a 10 watch I fuck her again I be flipping her friend on a bow dog
Oh you fuck with that nigga like how dog
With the kung and the fu like a pow dog
Watch I get to the bag and residuals
Oh you fuck with that nigga I finished him
Yea I did it again I be killing him
Way I get to the bag it was umm yea
She want to fuck on me
She want to suck on me
She ain appeasing you niggas
Yea I made it look easy
I'm leaving him greasy
My shawty be sleezing you niggas
How I get to the bag and residuals
How I get to the cash it be killing them
Yea I did it again had to finish him
When I move with the tool I be drilling them
Said they fuck with the boy they ain feeling him
Im the one not the two I'm really him
I can do it gain to get rid of them
I bussing a move I be jigging them