Me & My Niggas (feat. A.R. AB) - Albee Al

I got two hundred problems But a bitch ain't one All these niggas' pussy Like a cat got their tongue I'm just tryna to show you How to make it in life I'm to show you How to not fake the hype I got two hunned problems Being rich ain't one Too many condoms These bitches want son Trapping every night Yeah, we trap every night Beat the pussy up Then I eat it with fries You want to beef at Macdonalds These bitches giving you problems You got your got your phone so you call them All my hoes know I solve them I don't go back and forth I take her ass to the north She say you niggahs are soft She take my cum with a straw She like the rum when it's raw Catching no feelings at all All my niggas All my niggas All my niggas Tryna make their pockets bigger All my niggas All my niggas All my niggas Tryna make their niggas richer (Yeah dawg,that's some Ubuntu shit right there,we've been through the struggle) All my niggas All my niggas All my niggas Tryna make their seven figures I see all of these niggas drowning That's why they're always snorting mountains I'm a king,I need a fucking crowning Tryna make it out the public housing Free my niggas locked up in the jail I swear the government wants us fail They want us dropping out of high school To tell our teachers we got dope to move Fuck the penitentiary My pen is always helping me To help my niggers make it bigger gee To help my nigger taste the victory My bitches are bad and ratchet Tryna make it in higher tax bracket These niggas are hustling backwards Never catching why she's dating a Sasquatch Secure the bag, secure the bag They getting mad I'm in the trap, I'm in the trap Just counting racks

(Free dem boys, free dem boys) Pandemic almost over, what you say? (Where that paper at?) Will used to be a killer, but you done changed Wrote a statement on your nigga, this shit be crazy You ain't going for a thing, I used to praise him (Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients) I still miss my niggas V-Live, favorite, I'll trip in this bitch I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too Bust down Richard but my hoe one too You ain't gotta ask, nigga, know I'm shootin' On Reese, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain't lettin' shit slide Mr. I'll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down Fanta lookin' dirty, 36 for a pound, not cookie All the drug dealers wanna book me Paid to get you killed, I ain't payin' for no pussy And I'm kinda schooled, don't shit, beat you triple Ask about me, youngin', dawg, he always on the mission Always first to shoot with that .30, I act different If he ain't dead, guarantee that nigga crippled, my bad You still on the phone, yeah, with Drekk fine ass Last time tryna love, shit, I hope it work Still holdin' for my youngin' really fightin' murders First time on the hit, I was kinda nervous (swear) You ain't into suckin' dick, you don't need my number All about the money, all about the bag Tracks kinda cool but I still fuck with 'Cats Spin the block on 'em, throw them bitches at his neck Can't forget about me, bitches know I'm still the catch Million dollars in cash, you will get stretched I still miss my niggas V-Live, favorite, I'll trip in this bitch I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too Bust down Richard but my hoe one too You ain't gotta ask, nigga, know I'm shootin' On Reese, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain't lettin' shit slide Mr. I'll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down Fanta lookin' dirty, 36 for a pound, not cookie Know I fuck with James Harden but I'll never leave the rocket 'Fore I let her waste my time, I put on all my watches Thousand dollar jeans, my momma told me something that's outta pocket Literally holdin' 30 pairs of Amiri jeans 'Member doin' shows for a rack, I drove four hours for that My folks shared a hotel with the gang, I brought like four hundred back Ridin' 'round with pistols in our laps, we ain't runnin' no track Lot of niggas cap, I'on't wanna boss but I took off my hat I was 20 years old when I stole my momma coat, we was at TJ Maxx Now it's foreigns in the driveway, which one I'm gon' drive today? Told the opps, "I got manners, one of you niggas wanna die today?" Dumpin' back, hangin' out the window, have 'em dancin' like Sada Baby Know a Blood don't watch football 'less he bang 'gainst the Redskins 20 racks on Cuban links, not African-American Put them chains on then went way faster Feel like a ex-slave master I still miss my niggas V-Live, favorite, I'll trip in this bitch (trip in this bitch) I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too Bust down Richard but my hoe one too You ain't gotta ask, nigga, know I'm shootin' On Reese, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain't lettin' shit slide Mr. I'll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down Fanta lookin' dirty, 36 for a pound, not cookie All the drug dealers wanna book me Still movin', talkin' 'bout no cookies All the drug dealers wanna book me All the drug dealers wanna book All the drug dealers wanna book me