D-Apostrophe-Sean - I'm that n***a lyrics

[Verse 1: D-Apostrophe-Sean] I'm that n***a with a flow so mean and friendly That I got these fake n***as acting mean and friendly Saw that your girl was in need of Fendi And now she got these other b**hes all green with envy Hit her with the bags Then I hit her from the back Then I make it rain on her, little green for spending She comes back from the mall With some black leather on I just tell a bad b**h to proceed to bending Flow hot, like a stove top n***as scared of that gold dot Guns clap from that whip with no top I cap a b**h n***a leave him with no top I ain't mean a b**h n***a, meant a b**h comma n***a Get that sh** wrong, that's a misnomer n***a Walking through the yard, cause you pissed a n***a off I'm about to stomp you all, put my timbs' on a n***a I don't give a sh** if you got your finger on the trigger b**h n***as pinch triggers then flinch when I hiccup Take your best shot, cause after this it's a stick up Best hope your b**h bad enough to get the stick up If not, lay you on the lawn 'fore you get cut D-Apostrophe-Sean Pray to God that he's gone God can't save you, he's a God, not a wizard And you pepperoni n***as are not on what he's on Your girl's cheesy, she be popping these johns Me and my crew got these varsities on Earnestly bout my diversity, b**hes be hurting because the monogamy's gone IED surprises for n***as trying to follow me Canon on my hip I'm about that flash photography Run up on a n***a kamikaze paparazzi Put your business in the street Obituary tabloids friday Headed straight to the top All you other n***as sideways Got your b**hes on their knees You would think my name was Yahweh Get it? Your shawty gave me brain Like Kurt Cobain's room Your shotty gave me brain Kurt Cobain was chilling with a shotty when he decided to stop it and do what rappers do when they hear my name Damn That's really bad taste f** I really can't say Shiiiit Bout what I just said n***a f** money get bread, that's my motivation Steal from me get dead, leave you on the pavement I'm hunting n***as down like my name is Jason f** n***as get ripped in half to RIP at last I call it paper chasing I'm that old boy Oh boy don't say sh** Usain Bolt, man I'm running out of patience ICU see rappers that I see that's why hospitals never running out of patients I'm that n***a with a flow so hot make an atheist Turn around and pray to god for salvation While at the same time spitting game to angels Make em lose their halos and choose damnation Wrote this on an HP That's product placement Blast Trey Songz while she making love faces I tell her I'm about to go and put my mask on I don't love these hoes and there won't be no mistaking Don't give a sh** while her f**ing heart's breaking We've both got problems, a n***a's constipated Been k**ing beats since the day I was born This ain't that Digiorn- I deliver that amazement Muhhf**a