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no favors - krapht lyrics

[intro]
always talked bout being rich it’s time to come true
taught my bro to whip that sh*t what else we gone do
and my mama need that new crib 6 bedrooms huh
gotta get myself a new whip a new outfit a new crib

[verse 1]
caught a bag and i flipped the bag this sh*t don’t really make sense
pour a four of that dirty sprite in my styrofoam cup b*tch
i don’t ever need a motherf*cker come tell me how to move
your b*tch come to me when she need weed only speak truth
smoke gas that’s all i smoke i don’t need none of that boof
less really means more when it come to indoor that’s truth
been through what you been through i ain’t ever talkin with you
if i’m feelin good i might book a session and go step right into the booth
i don’t play with my music cause i get paid unlike you
b*tch i speak truth
b*tch i speak facts
b*tch i f*cked up but i’ve learned lessons just like you
double back when the money good cause that money stick like glue
if 2 racks make a stripper dance why the f*ck i’m thinking bout you
it’s a hundred racks that i’m chasing tryna catch that just like the flu
pour a four in a two liter that’s a muddy cup
get your money up
i just payed rent made another rack now i’m paying all my dues
see the thing is all you dudes just go and get check and you blow it quick
2 racks and it’s over wit
my hands really move fast when i’m counting money like i really hit a l!ck
getting money then we flipping sh*t
got a bag gucci real drip
thirty bands go invest quick
make a thirty turn into a check b*tch
i’m in beast mode
you a sheep b*tch
and i’m sipping codeine on the beach b*tch
seeing purple syrup on my franklins
in a big house in the hills
she gone go and pop another pill
e pill
tripping sweating wit chills
make another move
get fooled
another thousand dollars from zelle
then you see me really doing well
b*tch i got another pack sale
thirty eight hunnit the pack still
no b*tch you can’t get a deal
like a record label to a meek mill
like a fein tryna get a hot deal
imma blast off in the rocket ship
i don’t shop b*tch
i just cop sh*t
i don’t pop sh*t
i just make bread and trade stocks b*tch
make a move then another move
run packs bust plays too
talk sh*t but who made you
i made you
do the things that you wanna do
i’m off this
b*tch i’m tired of you

- krapht lyrics

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