Don't Buy It Lyrics

They say I talk a lot, but I don't think I talk enough

We in the trenches, havin' motion, we some diamonds in the rough

I seen some tough times, but always found a way to turn it up

I had some bad dimes, but never had a dime that I could trust

Damn I'm sick of textin' this lil' stupid bitch, just let me fuck

They callin' Loaded, squirrel boy, cause I'm just lookin' for a nut

I fucked lil shawty off a X and tried to put it in her butt

Fifth of Henny, Honey Pack, this lil' bitch gon' be stuck

Bitch you know I got the locks

Last season, NBA, made like 20 off the Hawks

You know I'm runnin' that new loaded if you passin' me the aux

The way we spin the block, we causin' major tragedy to opps

That last sip of wok really made my heart almost stop

I ain't never drinkin' that again

You a bad bitch, but I really think I want your friend

I was born to be the man

Lotta people ain't get it, but I always swear I had a plan

Trappin' on Pro Tools is like a job, how I be punchin' in

I swear it's no producer in Florida out here harder than Dan

I gotta get my foot in the water fore' I Carti my hand

I feel like Coi Leray, I don't wanna go to parties again

Gang died the other day, can't believe it, I just popped me a Xan

Might take a Adderall

I be stayin' out the way cause I done seen it all

Stack, every time I make a stack, another problem solved

Brody stuffed a nigga in a van cause he was off the wall

I'ma use my own beats, you don't gotta buy it

I'm dozin' off this OG, I swear you gotta try it

In this backwood, put three G's, it got a nigga flyin'

Feelin' like a pilot, fly as fuck, never needed a stylist

I don't like to fuck with hoes my age cause them bitches be childish

Dick her down, put pillow all in her mouth cause she screamin' and shoutin'

Chasin' clout, these bitches really must mistake me for a dummy

If you see me talkin' to that bitch, then she owe me some money

Brody said we ain't stoppin' for nothin', want 50's and 100's

Me and Brody really havin' motion, we runnin' and runnin'

Feelin' like Chris Angels, how I really turn nothing to somethin

Call up Brody, he the garbage man hoppin', now and he dumpin'

I'ma use my own beats, you don't gotta buy it

I'm dozin' off this OG, I swear you gotta try it

In this backwood, put three G's, it got a nigga flyin'

Feelin' like a pilot, fly as fuck, never needed a stylist

I don't like to fuck with hoes my age cause them bitches be childish

Dick her down, put pillow all in her mouth cause she screamin' and shoutin'

Chasin' clout, these bitches really must mistake me for a dummy

If you see me talkin' to that bitch, then she owe me some money