Lyrics to A Word
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch-ass nigga (Fuck nigga, yeah, I been this way)
Bitch-ass nigga (Some of you lame-ass niggas shouldn't procreate)
Nigga (Uh, uh, uh)
Fuck nigga, yeah, I been this way (Fuck nigga, yeah, I been this way)
Some of you lame-ass niggas shouldn't procreate (Nah, nah, nah)
All my young niggas on the street, you shouldn't have turned this way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Should've let me roll a J, hate when it burn this way (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Why she turn her ass my way? I wanna see your face (Why, why?)
Whole lotta money on this plate, bet I'm sayin' grace (A whole lotta money on this plate)
Mama said I had this and that, but I can't lie (I can't lie)
I been spendin' all these duckies, tried to save, I swear I tried (Swear I tried)
Put on Ksubi jeans and Js, nigga, fuck a suit and tie
Plug said he out of drugs, nigga, all I do is sigh
I can't fuck with you fuck niggas, all y'all niggas flat
Left the street shit alone, but I can't fuck with no rat
You wanna see if you can trust him? Leave that nigga around a stack
The only reason that she fucked him 'cause that nigga havin' racks
You be flexin', you be havin' everything but my back
I can't flex, I'd be dumb if I said and did with that
Fuck this money, if I could, I would bring my nigga back
All white Tesla, when I pull up, shit look like [?] (Go, go, go)
Me and these niggas not similar
Too many hoes, why you think I'ma remember her?
She said, "What's my name?" I said, "Damn, let me remember first"
Niggas ain't real, I ain't know how bad this shit'll hurt
Shawty got nasty right quick, had to change my shirt (Shawty got nasty)
Bitch tried to hang it real fast, had to bang it first
And I get to thankin' God, I know that it could be worse
Woke up in a bed today, not carried in a hearse
I don't really do no shows, too high to rehearse
Everything I touch is gold, straight out the fuckin' dirt
It look like I'm smokin' mold, I can't feel my fuckin' nerves
Bitch, I keep plenty bowls, I just keep that shit preserved
Duckin' all these fuckin' jakes, I done hit plenty curbs
Still roll around illegal, better not say a fuckin' word
Bitch-ass nigga (Fuck nigga, yeah, I been this way)
Bitch-ass nigga (Some of you lame-ass niggas shouldn't procreate)
Nigga (Uh, uh, uh)
Fuck nigga, yeah, I been this way (Fuck nigga, yeah, I been this way)
Some of you lame-ass niggas shouldn't procreate (Nah, nah, nah)
All my young niggas on the street, you shouldn't have turned this way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Should've let me roll a J, hate when it burn this way (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Why she turn her ass my way? I wanna see your face (Why, why?)
Whole lotta money on this plate, bet I'm sayin' grace (A whole lotta money on this plate)
Mama said I had this and that, but I can't lie (I can't lie)
I been spendin' all these duckies, tried to save, I swear I tried (Swear I tried)
Put on Ksubi jeans and Js, nigga, fuck a suit and tie
Plug said he out of drugs, nigga, all I do is sigh
I can't fuck with you fuck niggas, all y'all niggas flat
Left the street shit alone, but I can't fuck with no rat
You wanna see if you can trust him? Leave that nigga around a stack
The only reason that she fucked him 'cause that nigga havin' racks
You be flexin', you be havin' everything but my back
I can't flex, I'd be dumb if I said and did with that
Fuck this money, if I could, I would bring my nigga back
All white Tesla, when I pull up, shit look like [?] (Go, go, go)
Me and these niggas not similar
Too many hoes, why you think I'ma remember her?
She said, "What's my name?" I said, "Damn, let me remember first"
Niggas ain't real, I ain't know how bad this shit'll hurt
Shawty got nasty right quick, had to change my shirt (Shawty got nasty)
Bitch tried to hang it real fast, had to bang it first
And I get to thankin' God, I know that it could be worse
Woke up in a bed today, not carried in a hearse
I don't really do no shows, too high to rehearse
Everything I touch is gold, straight out the fuckin' dirt
It look like I'm smokin' mold, I can't feel my fuckin' nerves
Bitch, I keep plenty bowls, I just keep that shit preserved
Duckin' all these fuckin' jakes, I done hit plenty curbs
Still roll around illegal, better not say a fuckin' word
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