Yes, You Did

[Rob49:]
Gang
Don't even look over here (Thanks, Yakree)
Gang
Shit (Shit)

Yeah, I'm so sick of niggas
Yeah, pull up, S550, spit in my ho mouth when I kiss her
Yeah, rich 'round drug dealers, yeah, rich 'round real killers
Yeah, could've been a victim, I ain't say that, yes, you did (Bah)
I'm so deep, my duffy and my bag and my Prada
Yeah, 4K for this coat, I'm a G.O.A.T., repping that project rap
Dripped up to the floor, bitch, I'm soaked, overflowed
He won't do whatever I do, this nigga my son, that's on folk, nigga

Yeah, niggas wan' see my downfall
When you get some money, number one rule, put your mans on
Bubble for eight hundred, I got it for low, feel like I scammed son
Hundred pounds a day, I got my cake up off of cell phones
Still hustling 'til my day come
Dog nigga who known for dropping whores when I need badder bitches
Starving just like Marvin when you niggas was eating Sunday dinner
Love a bitch who treat me like a God, never touch my business
Send drugs to the house, you tell me stay every time I come and get 'em
Lord, yeah, paid in full like Ace 'nem, balling like I'm Shaq twin
Yeah, trapping, rapping, same time, packing in my backend
Yeah, stepping on they neck, I just ran up a check
House arrest, six months, but I bounced back
Just thank the Lord I rap, nigga

Yeah, I'm so sick of niggas
Yeah, pull up, S550, spit in my ho mouth when I kiss her
Yeah, rich 'round drug dealers, yeah, rich 'round real killers
Yeah, could've been a victim, I ain't say that, yes, you did (Bah)
I'm so deep, my duffy and my bag and my Prada
Yeah, 4K for this coat, I'm a G.O.A.T., repping that project rap
Dripped up to the floor, bitch, I'm soaked, overflowed
He won't do whatever I do, this nigga my son, that's on folk, nigga

[Real Boston Richey:]
Make sure my bitches and my glizzies get makeovers, new BBL
They say you catch a body, you in the chances of going to Hell
I'm already flamed up, I don't think I too much care
Under investigation, they say I'm popping fraudulent checks at Wells
But them crackers tripping, they know I'm out here trapping and selling bales
Know my phone jumping, you know I ain't gotta run to every cell
I got my hood jumping, you know I ain't do this shit all by myself
Is she good at fuckin'? You know I'm buying bundles of that hair
I'm blowing that shit, bitch, I don't care
I'm not talking 'bout buying some ass, I'm talking 'bout letting off them shells
I'll fuck, then turn around, then fuck the game, no, it ain't fair
I don't care nothing 'bout no rap shit, I'm still out here serving squares

[Rob49:]
(Shit) Yeah, I'm so sick of niggas
Yeah, pull up, S550, spit in my ho mouth when I kiss her
Yeah, rich 'round drug dealers, yeah, rich 'round real killers
Yeah, could've been a victim, I ain't say that, yes, you did (Bah)
I'm so deep, my duffy and my bag and my Prada
Yeah, 4K for this coat, I'm a G.O.A.T., repping that project rap
Dripped up to the floor, bitch, I'm soaked, overflowed
He won't do whatever I do, this nigga my son, that's on folk, nigga