FN DaDealer - Pissed Off lyrics

[Chorus] Know I probably got 'em pissed off Got a big bag and my b*tch raw You'll never catch me trickin' off I'm a big dog, somethin' like Rick Ross I was broke but I done fixed it all When I ain't had it, wasn't nobody callin' I think it's a habit, I run through this sh*t like it's nothin' They can't imagine it, how is you mad at me? You should be glad for me I got a bar, they gon' have to come tackle me I'm in the league, don't care about who after me I guarantee, I can turn a classy ho to a freak (A freak) I put the baddest lil' chick on her knees (On me) for free They probably think I'm a P ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me, I don't need nobody compete I run it up, now I'm out of their reach [Verse 1] I got 'em bitin' now like a flea I'm on a flight to another region I got saved, I was stuck in the streets Think I was saved by the bell like I'm Screech I went legit, I'm still dodgin' police Before I got hot, I was clutchin' my heat I do this sh*t for the trenches, I preach I'm tryna teach, yah (On God) We get a dot and we creep We'll turn a O-P-P to a R.I.P Believe me, put his ass right on the TV I get lil' bro on your mind for a dime, he need it It ain't hard to find, me neither You ain't my kind, I don't need you You ain't my slime (You ain't my slime), I don't need you [Chorus] Know I probably got 'em pissed off Got a big bag and my b*tch raw You'll never catch me trickin' off I'm a big dog, somethin' like Rick Ross I was broke but I done fixed it all When I ain't had it, wasn't nobody callin' I think it's a habit, I run through this sh*t like it's nothin' They can't imagine it, how is you mad at me? You should be glad for me I got a bar, they gon' have to come tackle me I'm in the league, don't care about who after me I guarantee, I can turn a classy ho to a freak (A freak) I put the baddest lil' chick on her knees (On me) for free They probably think I'm a P ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me, I don't need nobody compete I run it up, now I'm out of their reach [Verse 2] Savage ass, ni**a, big bag flipper (Yah, yah) Big bag giver, big mad ni**a (Yah, yah) I been ran it up, it ain't never last ni**a (Yah, yah) I ain't going back to my past, ni**a (Yah, yah) I ain't runnin' out of cash, ni**a (Yah, yah) Tryna make my bag bigger (Yah) 'Member they used to laugh at a ni**a (Yah) Now who laughing ni**a? (Yah, yah) Who laughing now? All these hoes been passed around This sh*t crazy, I'm a daddy now (On God) I got somethin' to brag about (On God) I got somethin' to live for I got somethin' to kill for Got a whole lot to lose, still got a whole lot to prove I gotta watch how I move [Chorus] Know I probably got 'em pissed off Got a big bag and my b*tch raw You'll never catch me trickin' off I'm a big dog, somethin' like Rick Ross I was broke but I done fixed it all When I ain't had it, wasn't nobody callin' I think it's a habit, I run through this sh*t like it's nothin' They can't imagine it, how is you mad at me? You should be glad for me I got a bar, they gon' have to come tackle me I'm in the league, don't care about who after me I guarantee, I can turn a classy ho to a freak (A freak) I put the baddest lil' chick on her knees (On me) for free They probably think I'm a P ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me, I don't need nobody compete (On me) I run it up, now I'm out of their reach