S.O.B.
[Pre-Chorus]
Aye, Krizz
Fans don't give a damn if I put fifty on my wrist
All I gotta do is chop
But I don't make the hottest list
All your asses sound like fraud
What been coming out your lips?
Should've got a nice job
Dame got it on lock
[Chorus]
And that's on God
That's on me
If you a fraud
S.O.B
Bless your heart
That's on me
Before I charge
S.O.B
Watch out
[Verse 1]
Bumble with the bee and get the honeycomb
I never seen it but I know that money long
Heard that if you studied long, you studied wrong
It's not about a song, sure you're money' full
I be like the black sheep with the police so I'm like "Wait"
I'm in the hood, niggas don't see me, but [?] be like "Hey"
I'm like a new six with a few clips so don't goo-goo where I stay
Never confuse this with the blue shit 'cause soo-woo biz' what I say
That's all the [?] nigga wanna say
Did it with smart-ass dummies in the way
I'm a six-figure nigga with the pay
Who pull the trigger better at a prey
Yeah, yeah
Ready your bitch
Said you got a little right here
Whatever you say
Yeah, yeah
I'ma stay Krizz
Say you can stay ripping off the label for the pay
Yeah, yeah
Yeah I know how
I can just talk to 'em fowl or give me a house with a view
Niggas' is dumber than you
Don't know what to do, but you gotta put food in your home
You could do it all alone
If you tried to get on in the city where angels can fly
You can goodbye
Yeah when the surface is perfect with bands in your hand and the-
[Pre-Chorus]
Fans don't give a damn if I put fifty on my wrist
All I gotta do is chop
But I don't make the hottest list
All your asses sound like fraud
What been coming out your lips?
Should've got a nice job
But it don't make me what exists
[Chorus]
And that's on God
That's on me
If you a fraud
S.O.B
Bless your heart
That's on me
Before I charge
S.O.B
Watch out
[Verse 2]
I am the one
Am I staying pathetic? I look like I'm pregnant and shit
But with a God
Head up to Heaven and [?] see what I can get
Looking for fun
Go get the medic, they deaded, they let it get where I can see
Nothing get done
So now with a crowd that is loud and I can't hear nobody but me
Better take it off, better slow down
Don't be holding that four-pound up
You did it from the ground up?
Take the gun from your hand and you so fed up
I don't really got no case
I don't really got no face
All I know is you first and you last
And I don't really got no brakes
Don't let me catch those vapors
I just been looking for paper mâché
I don't wanna pull no capers on me
.223, now the clips' where I lay
Ain't no toilet paper on me
Boogie-man, he take it away
Guess I'll see you later, we'll see
It's not where I wanna be and them-
[Pre-Chorus]
Fans don't give a damn if I put fifty on my wrist
All I gotta do is chop
But I don't make the hottest list
All your asses sound like fraud
What been coming out your lips?
Should've got a nice job
But it don't make me what exists
[Chorus]
And that's on God
That's on me
If you a fraud
S.O.B
Bless your heart
That's on me
Before I charge
S.O.B
[Outro]
Shut up, just shut up
Shut up, Krizz
I'ma come up missing if you listen
Shut up, just shut up
Shut up, Krizz
I'ma come up missing if you listen
