Fuck My label Lyrics

I'm a good fella, we gon' get him whacked If he play with me, I'ma run up with a backpack

AK-47 we don't lack that Played his music round me, that's a trash bag

He said that he did what? but he capped that

And I don't even love the bitch, but the ass fat

I ain't even love the bitch, but I'ma slap the ass

If he meet up with Tommy, you gotta got a

If he met up with Tommy, he must've had a pack

Bitch, I'm posted with the gang with the wolf pack

And I got it like that, I could afford that

My brother just got out, he tryna catch another body

Bitch, we on the block, we got loose screws I keep two twin Glocks, don't know who's who

I'm in the telly, got some in the room and in the lobby

I roll the dice on life like Monopoly This a nice-ass crib, fuck off the property

Baby, if you suckin' dick, do it sloppily

Too much money in my pocket, do some in the air

I got way too many guns, I ain't playin fair

And if they havin' fun, then you know I'm there

They don't ever pat me down, I brought my gun in there

Baby, if you suckin' dick, do it properly

You a beekeeper, you a wannabe

I look in the mirror, that's who I wanna be

I look in the mirror, that's who he tryna be

Them boys hate on me, but then they copy me

Shout-out to my last label for droppin' me

Shout-out to my manager, I fucked his bitch Shout-out to my apeh, he always keep a stick

I'ma chase it back and I'ma get it quick

I know my manager's still mad because I fucked his bitch It ain't even my fault because she let me hit

Bitch, it's never my fault, I don't give a fuck

The only thing I ever knew is go and run it up

I know my manager's still mad because she let me fuck

She sucked it properly, I know he really mad Shit, he gotta be

Shout-out to my label cause they droppin me