"The Market Remix" lyrics
Casper TNG, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & 100Bandplan Lyrics
Fuckin' up the market
Fuckin' up the market
I'm just fuckin' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit, yeah
I keep fuckin' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit
I don't even think that she love me or hate me
I just think she lookin' at my pockets
If I'm broke, she gon' leave me regardless
If I'm up, she gon' stay, that's a promise
I'm tryna keep it honest (Heath Stone)
I'm really goin' all in
I really took a bitch up out the projects
Tryna see what it's like, it's a project
I might even feel like love you for now
But later on I'll know that it was non-sense
And why can't you just see me
For who I really am?
The killer of your friend
More times I'm just runnin' up checks
More times I'm just
I'm just fuckin' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit
Yeah, I think it's kinda toxic
And she keep tryna tell me that I hit her friend
I thought that it was obvious
And lately I've been poppin' all these Percocets
They tryna tell me, "Stop it"
I'm just fuckin' up the market
I'm fuckin' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit
Yeah, I think I need to stop it
I'm out of town fuckin' up the market
And I know I'm fuckin' up your profit
When I see the cops, get nauseous
Everywhere I go, I'm tryna fuck up the market
Fuckin' up the market
All these hoes got me heartless (Heartless)
Diamonds shine in the darkness (Darkness)
So damn fly, DTB but you're still my type (Yeah)
I got love for you 'cause you still fuck with me for me
And I still use my tank top as a holster
Told broski when he shoot, "Use two hands"
Huh, put a nigga face on a carton
Even when I stayed in those 'partments
You was by my side like an armpit
Any nigga play, they will cop it
I can't say his name 'cause he kill for a livin'
It's gettin' out of pocket
Seventeen hoes in the bisha, we litty
Let's take off like a rocket
My ex can't wait to call me toxic (It's gettin' kind of toxic)
Hard to find somebody I can talk with
Just me and my dog like I'm John Wick
Now it's no key, push it to start it
X on your head, we can mark it
My ex label me as a narcissist
Stacked up my chips like they Pringles
I came back inside of the big body rocket
Baby, ain't it obvious?
Geekin' off these pills, got me nauseous (On God)
Back then I was fuckin' up the rap, trap
Nowadays I'm fuckin' up the market
Tryna fuck all her friends to be honest
G34 dunk a nigga like Giannis (Rrr)
To be honest (Rrr)
Finna talk my shit, finna pop my shit right now
I'm done being modest
I'm just fuckin' up the market (Oh)
Not too many bitches I did not hit (On God)
Yeah, I think it's kinda toxic
And she keep tryna tell me that I hit her friend
I thought that it was obvious (Yeah)
And lately I've been poppin' all these Percocets
They tryna tell me, "Stop it" (Yeah)
I'm just fuckin' up the market
I'm fuckin' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit
Yeah, I think I need to stop it
I'm out of town fuckin' up the market
And I know I'm fuckin' up your profit
When I see the cops, get nauseous
Everywhere I go, I'm tryna fuck up the market
Fuckin' up the market
I'm just fuckin' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit, yeah
I keep fuckin' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit
I don't even think that she love me or hate me
I just think she lookin' at my pockets
If I'm broke, she gon' leave me regardless
If I'm up, she gon' stay, that's a promise
I'm tryna keep it honest (Heath Stone)
I'm really goin' all in
I really took a bitch up out the projects
Tryna see what it's like, it's a project
I might even feel like love you for now
But later on I'll know that it was non-sense
And why can't you just see me
For who I really am?
The killer of your friend
More times I'm just runnin' up checks
More times I'm just
I'm just fuckin' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit
Yeah, I think it's kinda toxic
And she keep tryna tell me that I hit her friend
I thought that it was obvious
And lately I've been poppin' all these Percocets
They tryna tell me, "Stop it"
I'm just fuckin' up the market
I'm fuckin' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit
Yeah, I think I need to stop it
I'm out of town fuckin' up the market
And I know I'm fuckin' up your profit
When I see the cops, get nauseous
Everywhere I go, I'm tryna fuck up the market
Fuckin' up the market
All these hoes got me heartless (Heartless)
Diamonds shine in the darkness (Darkness)
So damn fly, DTB but you're still my type (Yeah)
I got love for you 'cause you still fuck with me for me
And I still use my tank top as a holster
Told broski when he shoot, "Use two hands"
Huh, put a nigga face on a carton
Even when I stayed in those 'partments
You was by my side like an armpit
Any nigga play, they will cop it
I can't say his name 'cause he kill for a livin'
It's gettin' out of pocket
Seventeen hoes in the bisha, we litty
Let's take off like a rocket
My ex can't wait to call me toxic (It's gettin' kind of toxic)
Hard to find somebody I can talk with
Just me and my dog like I'm John Wick
Now it's no key, push it to start it
X on your head, we can mark it
My ex label me as a narcissist
Stacked up my chips like they Pringles
I came back inside of the big body rocket
Baby, ain't it obvious?
Geekin' off these pills, got me nauseous (On God)
Back then I was fuckin' up the rap, trap
Nowadays I'm fuckin' up the market
Tryna fuck all her friends to be honest
G34 dunk a nigga like Giannis (Rrr)
To be honest (Rrr)
Finna talk my shit, finna pop my shit right now
I'm done being modest
I'm just fuckin' up the market (Oh)
Not too many bitches I did not hit (On God)
Yeah, I think it's kinda toxic
And she keep tryna tell me that I hit her friend
I thought that it was obvious (Yeah)
And lately I've been poppin' all these Percocets
They tryna tell me, "Stop it" (Yeah)
I'm just fuckin' up the market
I'm fuckin' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit
Yeah, I think I need to stop it
I'm out of town fuckin' up the market
And I know I'm fuckin' up your profit
When I see the cops, get nauseous
Everywhere I go, I'm tryna fuck up the market
