Krizz Kaliko - S.O.B. lyrics

Aye, Krizz fans don't give a damn if I
Put fifty on my wrist all I gotta do is chop
But, I don't make the hottest list
All your asses sound like fraud
What been coming out your lips?
Should've got a nice job dame got it on lock

And that's on God that's on me
If you a fraud sOB
Bless your heart that's on me
Before I charge sOB
Watch out

Bumble with the bee and get the honeycomb
I never seen it but I know that money long
Heard that if you studied long
You studied wrong it's not about a song
Sure you're money' full
I be like the black sheep with
The police so I'm like "Wait"
I'm in the hood, niggas don't see me
But be like "Hey"
I'm like a new six with a few
Clips so don't goo-goo where I stay
Never confuse this with the blue shit
'cause soo-woo biz' what I say
That's all the nigga wanna say
Did it with smart-ass dummies in the way
I'm a six-figure nigga with the pay
Who pull the trigger better at a prey
Yeah, yeah ready your bitch
Said you got a little right here
Whatever you say yeah, yeah
I'ma stay Krizz say you can stay ripping off
The label for the pay yeah, yeah
Yeah I know how
I can just talk to 'em fowl or
Give me a house with a view
Niggas' is dumber than you
Don't know what to do
But you gotta put food in your home
You could do it all alone
If you tried to get on in
The city where angels can fly
You can goodbye
Yeah when the surface is perfect with
Bands in your hand and the-

Fans don't give a damn if I
Put fifty on my wrist all I gotta do is chop
But, I don't make the hottest list
All your asses sound like fraud
What been coming out your lips?
Should've got a nice job
But it don't make me what exists

And that's on God that's on me
If you a fraud sOB
Bless your heart that's on me
Before I charge sOB
Watch out

I am the one am I staying pathetic? I look
Like I'm pregnant and shit but with a God
Head up to Heaven and see what I can get
Looking for fun
Go get the medic, they deaded
They let it get where I can see
Nothing get done
So now with a crowd that is loud
And I can't hear nobody but me
Better take it off, better slow down
Don't be holding that four-pound up
You did it from the ground up?
Take the gun from your hand and you so fed up
I don't really got no case
I don't really got no face
All I know is you first and you last
And I don't really got no brakes
Don't let me catch those vapors
I just been looking for paper mâché
I don't wanna pull no capers on me
223, now the clips' where I lay
Ain't no toilet paper on me
Boogie man, he take it away
Guess I'll see you later, we'll see
It's not where I wanna be and them-

Fans don't give a damn if I
Put fifty on my wrist all I gotta do is chop
But, I don't make the hottest list
All your asses sound like fraud
What been coming out your lips?
Should've got a nice job
But it don't make me what exists

And that's on God that's on me
If you a fraud sOB
Bless your heart that's on me
Before I charge sOB

Shut up, just shut up shut up, Krizz
I'ma come up missing if you listen
Shut up, just shut up shut up, Krizz
I'ma come up missing if you listen