Текст песни Tha Intro - 47shawnn

I'm sick and tired of doing shit for bitches
I want switches, with some riches
And niggas who don't fuck with snitches
My trigger finger itchin', for bodies let's get to spraying
Shoot the one with God himself, I be clutching it when I'm praying
I ain't talking Michael Vick, but I'm losing it cause my dog gone
Why you tell on niggas?
A sentence for every damn song
That's why I'm on the low
That life I had to let it go
And now a nigga chasing bills like I'm in Buffalo
You diggin' that?
I'm posted in the places where the shooters at
Put your hands down, nigga where them fuckin' rugers at?
Jesus on the plane, yeah I call it the Holy Spirit
Nigga I don't fly on spirit, I'm saying for the lyrics
Are you serious?, these niggas just be acting too mysterious
They be crying like Tyrese, but then be hard on Fast and Furious
I'm curious
I used to want the phone from Victorious
It's crazy how my pockets got fatter big as Notorious
B. I. G like everything I do
Now who you talking to
My favorite team the Packers, cause that G, man it ain't nothing new
Wait
My favorite team the Packers, cause I'm chasing green
Cheddar
Man ya shawty say she stuck on me, because I fuck her better
All the brainwashing happens through our TV
Shawty I can't be ya BD, you catching balls like you CeeDee
I'm bout to put this hoe to work, like I'm doing that song with RiRi
Nigga I can't play ya CD, you niggas just wanna be me
You tell a nigga, put his hands up
I tell him, Pick his mans up!
He chasing all these bitches, tell that nigga get his bands up
Why the fuck you trippin' bout a bitch?, you niggas need to stand up!
And think about the time you wasted, look what you could've ran up!
I done did plenty drugs, I ain't touching crack though
Yo bitch, call me, when she need her back broke
Feel like GP, when I hit that slow stroke
Bitch
I don't give a fuck bout you and what you gotta say to me
It's more to life, I want the pay, and not the fuck who hating me
You niggas ain't comparing to the shit, that I was saying B
Going apeshit, I'm rapping, now I feel like Donkey Kong
Stacking up my paper, while ya bitch is pulling out her thong
I'm making more than you, it's crazy cause I'm only rapping songs
You hate on me, but at my show, you really tried to rap along
I went in VIP, you really thought that you could tag along
I'm really playing, Nigga we don't joke the same
Man her niggas tell on niggas
Shawty fucking lames
And she been sucking off the gang
But let her do her thang
But I ain't even trynna talk about that shit
I tell my brothas everyday
They bet not trip about a bitch
I tell my brothas everyday
I just can't wait til' we get rich
I'm choosing money over bitches, don't care if you burning bridges
I just want the fucking riches, you niggas be chasing bitches
Smack a hoe like Miles Bridges, and make her go do the dishes, eh

(Do not take me serious
I only said that shit cause it rhymed
I DO NOT HIT WOMEN
I just ran outta words that rhyme with, "bitches"
Do not cancel me!)

I ain't really trynna beef, so you lucky
She be crying in your face, but on the low she wanna fuck me
Again
I'm really tryna end off with a win
I be ducking off the scene, niggas asking where I been
Damn
I'm really trynna see a hunnid bands
Shawty trynna be my only, but I'm not her only fan
She got onlyfans, and she be sucking dick and selling grams
I ain't saying she ain't cool, but I ain't trynna be her man