Industry - Da Real Gee Money

Fuck wrong with a nigga, man?

You know I’m sayin', nigga trippin'

But he gon' respect something, ya heard me?

Say, Chop, I’ma run this bitch like this, look, check this out, look

Everybody wanna see me down

Full of tabs while I’m ridin' 'round

Catch a nigga slippin' out of bounds

Hit up Uncle Will, he got the pounds

Used to count me out and now they lost count

I can write a check and make the bank bounce

Got the safe, mother-fuck a bank account

Broke my heart, what the fuck you thinkin' 'bout?

I’m the one these niggas hating on

Yeah, I’m finna blow, I feel it (For real)

Never did a bitch nigga none, don’t know why these niggas trippin' (Yeah)

Never let a nigga tip me, stand tall on my tippies

Used to smoke weed, switched up

Now, the X got a nigga trippin'

Yeah, a nigga with the gang

All you pussy niggas lame

Sneak dissing on them songs

None of that bullshit entertain (For real)

I been tryna maintain, tryna stay in my lane

I don’t do it for the fame

Pussy, you should be ashamed!

I know what’s up with you, nigga

I never fucked with you, nigga

I would’ve bust for you, nigga

I put my trust in you, nigga

Now, I can’t fuck with you, nigga

Had me lookin' for ya cousin, he wanted to kill ya

I put a 30 up under my pistol

Your sister swallowed nut, so I never kissed her

But I fuck with her, so I never dissed her

You a bitch, I know the real you

You Sherhonda son, I can’t kill you

Never let a nigga steal you

Switched up, I can’t feel you

You a bitch, I know the real you

You Sherhonda son, I can’t kill you

Never let a nigga steal you

Switched up, I can’t feel you

Why the fuck a nigga hating on me?

Never did none to him

Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry

Got a deal, but for what, though?

Everything you doing I done did it

Baton Rogue my city

Fuck nigga in his feelings

Pussy nigga steady talkin' down, why a nigga sneak dissing?

If you a man, come at me direct and watch a nigga be missin'

I ain’t with the tongue-wrestling

I don’t wanna rap beef with ya

Thing is, you in the industry and I’m still in the streets with it

Boy, I’m still in the streets with it

Watch a nigga be missing

Soon as a nigga make the news, they gon' holler we trippin'

Yeah, TBG did it

Yeah, Double-G did it

On the 'Gram like you really with it

Look at Lil One, he trippin'

I remember Three, nigga

Yeah, you remember me, nigga

Steady hollering: «YoungBoy was tripping!»

You ain’t wanna beef with me

Yeah, Montana straight, but he know what’s up

You can’t pay a nigga to come fuck with us

If a nigga try, he gon' bite the dust

He get out of line, I’ma light him up

Killers on my team, streets know it

Y’all niggas worse than damn hoes

Play pussy and get exposed

A Hundred on my head, still doing shows

Pull up in the hood, solo

I can’t fuck with no broke hoes

Without a deal, I’m still signed

Bank account on overload

Why the fuck a nigga hating on me?

Never did none to him

Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry

Got a deal, but for what, though?

Everything you doing I done did it

Baton Rogue my city

Fuck nigga in his feelings (I swear)

Pussy nigga steady talkin' down, why a nigga sneak dissing?

If you a man, come at me direct and watch a nigga be missin'

I ain’t with the tongue-wrestling

I don’t wanna rap beef with ya

Thing is, you in the industry and I’m still in the streets with it