Skiddy - Ain't Enough Lyrics

Okay, that lil nigga acting flashy
He can die too, give a fuck if he flash me
Ima fuck his bitch, send her home in a taxi
Picking up my sneaky link, stick her in the backseat
I ain't ever snitching on the gang so don't ask me
Nigga talking crazy then surprised when his ass beat
I can take your bitch even with my fucking acne
Put it in her stomach now she saying that she gassy
(Ahhhhh) Call me big head
We carry that metal, all my niggas got that big lead
Nah I can't be selfish, gotta make sure that the gang fed
Nah I can't be selfish, gotta make sure that the gang fed
Make that hollow hit his brain
Now he never thinking straight
Scary ass niggas up the score, then run outta state
Anytime I mark a date
You know that'll seal your fate
Lots of y'all cannot relate
Cause you can't keep up the pace
Nah, you can't keep up on the lap boy
They know I stupid with my hands on a strap boy
22, 223, rugers on my lap boy
These ain't lil BBs, bullets take you off the map boy
Uh, Hold on, I ain't finished
Got a problem with the office, you can take it to the senate
I been quiet for a minute
Don't forget that I'm a menace
Nigga put down the mic that lil tape was horrendous
Boy you better watch your mouth
I could get you hit today
Call up my lil niggas, they could get me a new blick today
Should I rock the hoodie, should I put on a lil fit today
Hit up my lil bitch, gon be bouncing on my dick today
When he plotting on a way to get a skinny nigga rich
Hit the spam on IG, call it skinny nigga shit
Say a few words, them Ohio niggas bent
Hoes want hella money but ain't really worth a cent
They ain't really worth a cent
Get yourself together act like you got some sense
Niggas be capping what they really represent
TBG, that's forever I can't ever go against
Hold on, you gon cry huh, it ain't fair huh
Wake up and get shit on unprepared huh
Oh you never realized war was declared huh
Oh you backing out, oh you scared huh
Don't forget that we just dropped a nigga last month
Ima get real faded on the last blunt
Oh wait I forgot it's the gas month
Pass another even though I know I had one
I can call your money fake
But I know my racks not
Hit a nigga in his chest
But he said his back hot
Tell that bitch to arch her back
She can catch a backshot
Ima stay up on the grind
Til we hit the jackpot, bitch

Okay, that lil nigga acting flashy
He can die too, give a fuck if he flash me
Ima fuck his bitch, send her home in a taxi
Picking up my sneaky link, stick her in the backseat
I ain't ever snitching on the gang so don't ask me
Nigga talking crazy then surprised when his ass beat
I can take your bitch even with my fucking acne
Put it in her stomach now she saying that she gassy
(Ahhhhh) Call me big head
We carry that metal, all my niggas got that big lead
Nah I can't be selfish, gotta make sure that the gang fed
Nah I can't be selfish, gotta make sure that the gang fed
Make that hollow hit his brain
Now he never thinking straight
Scary ass niggas up the score, then run outta state
Anytime I mark a date
You know that'll seal your fate
Lots of y'all cannot relate
Cause you can't keep up the pace
Nah, you can't keep up on the lap boy
They know I stupid with my hands on a strap boy
22, 223, rugers on my lap boy
These ain't lil BBs, bullets take you off the map boy
Uh, Hold on, I ain't finished
Got a problem with the office, you can take it to the senate
I been quiet for a minute
Don't forget that I'm a menace
Nigga put down the mic that lil tape was horrendous
Boy you better watch your mouth
I could get you hit today
Call up my lil niggas, they could get me a new blick today
Should I rock the hoodie, should I put on a lil fit today
Hit up my lil bitch, gon be bouncing on my dick today
When he plotting on a way to get a skinny nigga rich
Hit the spam on IG, call it skinny nigga shit
Say a few words, them Ohio niggas bent
Hoes want hella money but ain't really worth a cent
They ain't really worth a cent
Get yourself together act like you got some sense
Niggas be capping what they really represent
TBG, that's forever I can't ever go against
Hold on, you gon cry huh, it ain't fair huh
Wake up and get shit on unprepared huh
Oh you never realized war was declared huh
Oh you backing out, oh you scared huh
Don't forget that we just dropped a nigga last month
Ima get real faded on the last blunt
Oh wait I forgot it's the gas month
Pass another even though I know I had one
I can call your money fake
But I know my racks not
Hit a nigga in his chest
But he said his back hot
Tell that bitch to arch her back
She can catch a backshot
Ima stay up on the grind
Til we hit the jackpot, bitch