IN THE BEGINNING - Justin Rarri

Oh, oh

Da-da, oh

Who see me?

Hmm

Oh, oh

Hmm

Hmm, la-la, la-la

Uh, da-da

Bitch I did this by myself

Nobody was checkin' on me like last year

Made it out, it’s a problem, now these bitches claimin' they helped

You should tell me «I'm sorry», for callin' me with all that bullshit

Bitch told me «I ain’t bout it», we be violatin' that full clip

Told her «That's on everything, yeah», got my opp bitch on the floor beggin'

for wedding rings

And these niggas hatin' on me, they all pussy, you know they all fake

Bitch you don’t know me, bang it out on broad day (Yeah)

Tell a bitch I want my guap, you know we keep them guns heavy

Cummin' all up in her face, bitch what you call that cumfetti

I ain’t runnin' from nobody, we gon' leave 'em done empty

Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30

All these niggas 'round me strapped, that be the reason why he mad (Mad)

So addicted to this smoke, my mother researchin' rehab

Bitch I’m really from the A, no none of these niggas know me that well

Ended up robbin' my father, for his coke I want that cash well

Sniper get 'em, I don’t play 'bout my shorty, he shootin' well (Boom)

How you claimin' you a huncho, in real life you by yourself?

'Cause if I kill you, ain’t nobody gon' give a fuck about your death

You really pussy, actin' like you gangster, lyin' to yourself (Oh, oh)

I swear to God I might go off a nigga, catch 'em woppin', nigga (Oh, oh)

Run in the bank, I gotta package, twenty thousand dollars, nigga (Oh, oh)

I just wanna know why, they keep talkin' on a nigga?

(Oh, oh)

Grab your bitch then make her fly, show her who a boss nigga

Real rap, my ex ain’t really love a nigga, hmm

I’m traumatized from all this love, my nigga

Soon as I go turn my back, they throwin' subs, my nigga

That man callin' me his brother 'cause I’m up, my nigga

Bought a bitch a Birkin bag, yes I’m too lit, brother

We throw big colors

Big dripper, leavin' big puddles with my big brothers

That be meanin' we all live together, that’s a big hustle

Shout out Bando, he ain’t missin' nothin', we got big guns, it could get done

Hoppin' off a jet, I got the drop, my brodie swervin' off (Yeah)

Heard she really fuckin' with a broke nigga, she hurtin' now (Fuck 'em)

You ain’t even got no money to talk to me like first of all (Ayy)

Yeah you got me bad, in my bag, got a purpose now

Got a lot to say, I’m holdin' back 'cause I don’t give a fuck (Nah)

Gangsters move in silence, he was talkin', I’m still pullin' up

My new shorty mad 'cause I was in the studio workin' hard

Like bitch, I’m really workin' now

Bitch I did this by myself (Oh)

Nobody was checkin' on me like last year

Made it out, it’s a problem, now these bitches claimin' they helped (Yeah)

You should tell me «I'm sorry», for callin' me with all that bullshit

Bitch told me «I ain’t bout it», we be violatin' that full clip

Told her «That's on everything, yeah», got my opp bitch on the floor beggin'

for wedding rings

And these niggas hatin' on me, they all pussy, you know they all fake (All fake)

Bitch you don’t know me, bang it out on broad day (Broad)

Tell a bitch I want my guap, you know we keep them guns heavy

Cummin' all up in her face, bitch what you call that cumfetti

I ain’t runnin' from nobody, we gon' leave 'em done empty (On God, yeah)

Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30 (Own .30)

All these niggas 'round me strapped, that be the reason why he mad (Mad)

So addicted to this smoke, my mother researchin' rehab (Yeah)

Bitch I’m really from the A, no none of these niggas know me that well (Know me

that well)

Ended up robbin' my father, for his coke I want that cash well (I want that

cash, brodie)

That’s on everything, yeah

Beggin' for wedding rings

They all pussy, you know they all fake

Yes I’m too lit, brother

Who see me?

See me on the TV

Showin' all my VVS