Fazes Closet by Anthony 1999 Lyrics
I been on the road since yay high
I'ma take her to the crib, hit it, say bye (uh)
I don't need a pad, I use my brain, I don't gotta think
Really had a stack of fifties, it's a lot of pink
I ain't mean to catch feelings she kept toppin' me
Why in the fuck is ya'll niggas hating on a G
She keep annoying me, she want apologies
I been bussin' Buff thots since Prada G's
Up in the morning, gotta get started
Everywhere I go, they be thinkin' that I farted
Can't be thinking for yourself, you gotta be a part it
These bitches come easy cause I'm a artist
I ain't never seen em' outside
Had you evеr seen a dead nigga laying on the floor with an outline
I know how to shinе
I had jumped off the porch, had to flip a dime
Speaking all facts, this is not a rhyme
You can do what you want because you not mine (uh)
She a bad ting
Money in my bank account like what's a bad dream
Swear to god you would've thought she yelled pass me
This a track meet, you can't beat the last me
Niggas really only hit my phone cause I grab freaks
Hit her last week (uh)
Baby I am grown, everything you looking at I got it from a song
I was on Greeley, three bitches in my home
Really wanted space, she couldn't leave me alone
I was in the studio tryna get to the throne
This is not a game
Said I switched up
Ant, he is not the same
Plottin' on a house and he want a bigger name
I don't wanna be like ya'll cause ya'll all the same
I don't even wanna call out ya'll niggas names
Used to look up to em', now he wanna be us
This is not something you can find, this ain't luck
Where the show money, really miss it piling up
Yea I got a type (uh)
Think I want a slug
Put the percocet pills up in yo butt
She gone do it cause she love me, don't give a fuck
Couldn't really care, she up in the kitchen right now in underwear
I was Big Ant since I cut off all the hair
I'ma take her to the crib, hit it, say bye (uh)
I don't need a pad, I use my brain, I don't gotta think
Really had a stack of fifties, it's a lot of pink
I ain't mean to catch feelings she kept toppin' me
Why in the fuck is ya'll niggas hating on a G
She keep annoying me, she want apologies
I been bussin' Buff thots since Prada G's
Up in the morning, gotta get started
Everywhere I go, they be thinkin' that I farted
Can't be thinking for yourself, you gotta be a part it
These bitches come easy cause I'm a artist
I ain't never seen em' outside
Had you evеr seen a dead nigga laying on the floor with an outline
I know how to shinе
I had jumped off the porch, had to flip a dime
Speaking all facts, this is not a rhyme
You can do what you want because you not mine (uh)
She a bad ting
Money in my bank account like what's a bad dream
Swear to god you would've thought she yelled pass me
This a track meet, you can't beat the last me
Niggas really only hit my phone cause I grab freaks
Hit her last week (uh)
Baby I am grown, everything you looking at I got it from a song
I was on Greeley, three bitches in my home
Really wanted space, she couldn't leave me alone
I was in the studio tryna get to the throne
This is not a game
Said I switched up
Ant, he is not the same
Plottin' on a house and he want a bigger name
I don't wanna be like ya'll cause ya'll all the same
I don't even wanna call out ya'll niggas names
Used to look up to em', now he wanna be us
This is not something you can find, this ain't luck
Where the show money, really miss it piling up
Yea I got a type (uh)
Think I want a slug
Put the percocet pills up in yo butt
She gone do it cause she love me, don't give a fuck
Couldn't really care, she up in the kitchen right now in underwear
I was Big Ant since I cut off all the hair