Letra I sware Z-Ro

I sware

Stop tryna give me what you want me to have, I wanna have what I want
'Cause you ain't the boss of me, matter fact, you ain't even gotta talk to me
The real niggas ain't real no more, they be doin' what real niggas don't
They be snitchin' and tellin', tellin' the law how much dope you be sellin'
I swear
I don't even trust nothin' no more, who you talkin' to on the phone?
Could it be the cops? Could it be somebody that you really wanna get to come get what I got?
It'll be one of my own people that'll try to run up in my home
Lay it down, lay it down, Z-Ro, lay it down, I need everything now
I swear

I don't need you to breastfeed me, mama dead, but auntie here, so I got a mama (Got a mama)
Why don't you offer some positivity for once? 'Cause you offer a lot of drama (Lot of drama)
I'm tired of arguin' and misunderstandin', I'm tryna focus on a lot of commas (Lot of commas)
Tryna focus on makin' my crib a filler, this is naked only, we ain't got pajamas (Hell nah)
And every ten minutes, somebody needs somethin', ain't got no roaches, I got piranhas
I promise these niggas is hoes (Ho), they all pee sittin' down, all of 'em got vaginas (Hello, bitch)
I'm clean than bitch in this Continental, I already know the law done got behind us (Yeah)
My nigga could go, always got a AK (Yeah), if he come out the roof, they are not behind us
I'm just tryna go meet me an out-of-towner (Yeah)
If she got a attitude, I'm not around her (Yeah, oh)
I ain't into bitches that be poppin' dollars (Yeah, oh)
She won't even remember the cock inside her (Yeah, oh)
I ain't into rapin', I want her to tell me my dick amazing (Ayy, oh)
Then work out her money, pimp arrangement (Ayy, oh)
Then send her ass soon as I get the payment, baby

Stop tryna give me what you want me to have, I wanna have what I want
'Cause you ain't the boss of me, matter fact, you ain't even gotta talk to me
The real niggas ain't real no more, they be doin' what real niggas don't
They be snitchin' and tellin', tellin' the law how much dope you be sellin'
I swear
I don't even trust nothin' no more, who you talkin' to on the phone?
Could it be the cops? Could it be somebody that you really wanna get to come get what I got?
It'll be one of my own people that'll try to run up in my home
Lay it down, lay it down, Z-Ro, lay it down, I need everything now
I swear

I know a lot of y'all suckers holdin' your nuts on me (Nuts on me)
Probably cause y'all suckers' bitches be wantin' to touch on me (Touch on me)
Watchin' me like I'm a model, they wanna know what's on me (Wear it, Ro)
Bitch, this is Dickies and T-shirt and you know I got it, it's tucked on me
Don't make me pull it, 'cause, ho, I'ma use it
You know I'm throwed off, hear that shit in my music
Don't come around me with all of that hatin' and shit (Hatin' and shit)
You gon' fuck around and make me lose it
Yeah, I'm a old nigga, nah, but I got one left (OG)
You gon' fuck around and make me prove it
Bitch, I'll park this Biarritz at the gate of your estate
Now come outside and make me move it (Come on)
Everybody know your ass is a hater (Ayy)
Everybody know your ass is a faker (Ayy)
Everybody know you ain't pay for none of that (Ayy)
You be around the way, askin' for paper (Ayy)
I've been ballin' so long, now I'm goin' bald
Still gon' pay my barber for a taper (Pay my barber for a taper)
See the difference between me and you
You tryna bend her over and I'm tryna break her

Stop tryna give me what you want me to have, I wanna have what I want
'Cause you ain't the boss of me, matter fact, you ain't even gotta talk to me
The real niggas ain't real no more, they be doin' what real niggas don't
They be snitchin' and tellin', tellin' the law how much dope you be sellin'
I swear
I don't even trust nothin' no more, who you talkin' to on the phone?
Could it be the cops? Could it be somebody that you really wanna get to come get what I got?
It'll be one of my own people that'll try to run up in my home
Lay it down, lay it down, Z-Ro, lay it down, I need everything now
I swear