Sons Lyrics

Niggas say they on my head, they need to hurry up

You can fuck with a hunnid niggas, you know I'm one of one

You can stop askin' bout the sauce if you ain't sendin' no funds

My bitch ass fat, when I see her I be smackin them buns

Talkin' to the cash app bot tryna get a refund

Bitch say my music wack, How I'm just doin' it for fun

They think that I'm a track athlete, I'm on another run

I can't let these niggas pass me, really they my sons

Huh, Bein' lit like this lil' bitch is a privilege

My lil' cousin asked for a Bin I told her stay out grown folks business

My niggas, they get wicked they don't like to leave no witness

I don't scam black people, fire punches, I can't kick it

Fire punches, I can't sit around

Shout out my bitch because she still around

I got my own sauce, nigga, I don't do no hand-me-downs

Ever since I stood up for myself, now they can't stand me now

I got some jacks on the shelf in case I catch a drought

I'ma give this shit all I got Talkin' to my laptop like

Do you love me, love me not?

My nigga beat me to the spot, Damn brody, I forgot,

Heart crazy, try to break it, you gon' see it's like a rock

Broke niggas always talkin' about you hot huh

Broke bitches always sleepin' over lookinfor a spot

I be wakin' up, lookin' for the guap

I be high as astronauts, applying pressure, keep up

Why the fuck would I stop?

I told you niggas gotta meet me at the top

I ain't cooperatin' with no fuckin' cops Throw an alley-oop to bro if I see a opp

I get punchies through the road, ain't gotta beat the block

Niggas say they on my head, they need to hurry up

You can fuck with a hunnid niggas, you know I'm one of one

You can stop askin' bout the sauce if you ain't sendin' no funds

My bitch ass fat, when I see her I be smackin them buns

Talkin' to the cash app bot tryna get a refund

Bitch say my music wack, How I'm just doin' it for fun

They think that I'm a track athlete, I'm on another run

I can't let these niggas pass me, really they my sons

Really, they my kids

Went to sleep, throwed, woke up like, what day it is

I don't do no normal high, mix the Morty with the Tris

Scammin' every day before I go to sleep, I pray for sins

She wanna go to Amex Land, iPhone man, I'm Jackie Chan

I don't like to argue with my bitch, it ain't in my plans

Punch another iPhone, nigga, swipe it with my hands

Bitch said my music ass, I don't care and I ain't playin

Still in that one bag, nigga, what the fuck you sayin'

Bitch can't say I'm broke or a bitch, nor say I'm her man

Cuzzy got the Glocky with the switch, it's gone fuckin' blam

Ia come through and wake yo blocked up, neighbors like, oh my damn

My lifestyle like a genjustu, got your bitch in a trance

Freaky lil' bitch, hands up in my pants, hold on, bitch, I'm tryna scam

Peanut butter, FN, dummy, it won't fuckin' jam

She call me her best friend, how when I ain't got no friends

Niggas say they on my head, they need to hurry up

You can fuck with a hunnid niggas, you know I'm one of one

You can stop askin' bout the sauce if you ain't sendin' no funds

My bitch ass fat, when I see her I be smackin them buns

Talkin' to the cash app bot tryna get a refund

Bitch say my music wack, How I'm just doin' it for fun

They think that I'm a track athlete, I'm on another run

I can't let these niggas pass me, really they my sons