MadGibbs - Supplier lyrics

[Verse 1:] Slammin Half a thang of heron in the bathroom Keep an ak and the backup in the backroom Cook a meal clean and she s** me like a vacuum Took a vacation to the county, I'll be back soon Sent a couple zero's, money on my j-pay Payin off the c-o's, smoking on the gateway Word around the block when I was locked she gave my thang away Bout to have a baby with a n***a, that's what they say (they say) Damn... Well please say it ain't so Took off the glove, say it's love when it ain't though Her cla**mate was coming over, that was strange though Apparently the homework ain't all he came for Maybe yous a stank ho, maybe that's a bit mean Maybe you grew up and I'm still living like I'm sixteen Like a child running wild in these sick streets Man I put that b**h up on her feet, she cut a n***a deep Damn b**h That's why I treat these hoes the way I treat em That's deeper than a motherf**er baby, know what I'm sayin [Verse 2:] Slammin! Smack it up and flip it, then I rub it down Zip it up, and then I ship it to another town Smokin hella weed while me and Willie bust a couple pounds She used to like that type of sh**, now we don't f** around Girl you used to say them other n***as wasn't hood enough Got your hood degree, now n***as from the hood ain't good enough b**h you wasn't trippin when that old school was pullin up You was short on ends at your college, you would put em up (put em up) Well b**h I'm out here puttin on I hope you feel the pain I'm feelin when you hear this song Don't want a n***a that's gonna slang sh** up in your home But you ran off and got engaged, man that sh** was wrong All to a n***a that don't got nothin that I ain't got Only difference is he trying to be a f**in astronaut Saw this p**y n***a when I walked up in the barber shop Green as a leaf, lookin sweet, that cut a n***a deep Damn So these the type of n***as you f**in with now baby? Square a** motherf**er. You used to love a thug n***a [Verse 3:] Uh I loved her and she loved him, so I never touched him She's got his baby in the oven, so it's mother f** him Ain't trippin cause you got a n***a, I just think you rushin But leavin him to be with me ain't part of our discussion Plus I'm on the road now, different color hoes now Layed back on the dope, I'm getting dollars off my shows now b**hes wanna tie me down, but I ain't in that mode now Five years later, why you calling up my phone now? (phone now) Well b**h, how you get the number? Like every other month I'm switching up that motherf**er Back on the bus I used to finger f** her singing Usher Down on my luck and then she upped and left me for a s**er I reminisce on all the crazy sh** we did You and me forever, sh** we say when we was kids She say I'm havin problems and I pray that he forgive When he find out the baby ain't his, that cut a n***a deep Damn What the f**? What you trying to say baby? The baby ain't his? Who's is it?