Lyrics Those Ones - Young Stitch

You know those ones
Look
Yea I breathe hate
Sitting in the sand trap
Chipping for a week straight
Yea... move it, move it
I don't need no e break
Never play and when I do
I win it for the teams sake
Who they want
Who the one they call
When the trouble hit
Get the work
Then we put in work
That's a double shift
Who the boss
Speaking to a god
With that upper lip
Too much sauce
Let em pay me twice
That's a double dip
Baking soda I got baking soda
Y'all ain't bout it
Y'all do nothing bout it
When it take it over
See me and they speaking backwards
Little taste of Yoda
Puppet master
I could take control of every brain you hold up
I be on some next shit
You thought that y'all was blessed with
I went and copped a necklace
From flicking off my left wrist
Shit I got all the leverage
Y'all never shoulda did me dirt
Frenemies get envious, and jealousy gon' get you hurt

I did this on my own
The ones that should have helped me
Tried to knock me off the throne
The bitches that ain't like me
Try to hit me on phone
All the ones that never loved me put me on
The fuck is going on?
I made it to the top
The ones you do the crime with
Will snake you to cops
The ones you give it all too
Will hate you when it stops
All the ones that never loved me gimme props
When the fuck it gon' stop?
When the fuck it gon' stop?
When the fuck it gon' stop?
When the fuck it gon' stop?

Yeah
You know those ones
Bunch of clowns turned this to a circus, I ain't no fun
I ain't playing games
Ain't no chronic how we roll up
Put that metal all around your head
Just a bowl cut
Who they want
Let em play the part
I ain't acting out
Place a bet
How long till these groupies got their asses out
Who ya Manz?
That ain't ever pitching
With their glasses out
Rubber bands Bottles like a roofie
I just pass em out
Yea...
All the bitches
We got all the bitches
Smashing on em
Hand inside in their rim
Like I got Carter's fingers
Y'all don't want it with us
Got them figures
If you're trying flex
You can let 'em sign your cheques
But you'll never buy respect

I did this on my own
The ones that should have helped me
Tried to knock me off the throne
The bitches that ain't like me
Try to hit me on phone
All the ones that never loved me put me on
The fuck is going on?
I made it to the top
The ones you do the crime with
Will snake you to cops
The ones you give it all too
Will hate you when it stops
All the ones that never loved me gimme props
When the fuck it gon' stop?
When the fuck it gon' stop?
When the fuck it gon' stop?
When the fuck it gon' stop?