"My Direction" lyrics
(feat. Johnny Cinco)
[CEO Trayle:]
(Stribb on the beat)
Ayy, ayy, I'm flexin'
(Ayy, ayy, I'm flexin')
Bitch don't even look in my direction, I'm flexin'
(Ayy, Don, this beat dumb)
Ayy, ayy, I'm, uh, uh
Bitch don't even look in my direction, I'm flexin'
Was gon' eat the pussy, but she failed the inspection
I just get the face, send her straight to collection
Tryna be my bae, told the bitch I'm a blessing, I might bless her
Ayy, two hundred shots, I sit him on a stretcher
You tryna compare yourself to C4, but don't measure
Boy, don't even play yourself, bitch, you know you played out
Might just hit the block with a bomb 'cause the J's out
Ayy, it was only me and Paper when I came out
C4, he be rappin', I don't be havin' nothin' to sing 'bout
Ayy, I knew that nigga was terrified, he ain't have his chain out
I was block workin', uh, bitch, I whip arms
Used to flip 'bows, uh, now I flip songs
You must think that I don't get no bitches 'cause my lip long
I'm turnin' down these bitches with the stiffarm
Tell my mama pray for me, all my brothers gotta eat
Ayy, ayy, drop the lo', he was scared, couldn't find the street
Told the bitch that these Diors, these ain't Jordan 3s
Ayy, her mediocre baby daddy ain't affordin' these
You can't snitch on niggas, you might live next door to thieves
If you love me better, baby, you mean more to me
Hundred points a game if C4 shootin' from the three
Ayy, I cross the bitch, go up, I feel like AI
Sometimes, I'm confused who to lay by
And every day, I'm with them dudes that don't play 'bout it
Paid all my dues, can't complain now
Bitch don't even look in my direction, I'm flexin'
Was gon' eat the pussy, but she failed the inspection
I just get the face, send her straight to collection
Tryna be my bae, told the bitch I'm a blessing, I might bless her
Ayy, two hundred shots, I sit him on a stretcher
You tryna compare yourself to C4, but don't measure
Boy, don't even play yourself, bitch, you know you played out
[Johnny Cinco:]
Jeff, I made a way out
I took risks and all these chances
How the hell his diamonds dancing?
I was in the trap, I'm surrounded by these pots and pans
I got all these hundreds, I done turned my bitch into a fancy
Trackhawk take off like a Banshee, how the hell they catch that boy?
12 wanna rat that boy, C4, he a fetty boy
Cinco he a fetty boy, Paper say he ready, boy
Ain't no limit like a tank, snuck a million in the bank
Safe deposit full of packs, I'm the captain, I got rank
Think I can, they think I can't
I'ma do it, think I ain't
Run the world, they think I ain't
New AP, I think I ain't
Overcame, I knew I would
Hundreds on me, know it's good, yeah
[CEO Trayle:]
Bitch don't even look in my direction, I'm flexin'
Was gon' eat the pussy, but she failed the inspection
I just get the face, send her straight to collection
Tryna be my bae, told the bitch I'm a blessing, I might bless her
(Stribb on the beat)
Ayy, ayy, I'm flexin'
(Ayy, ayy, I'm flexin')
Bitch don't even look in my direction, I'm flexin'
(Ayy, Don, this beat dumb)
Ayy, ayy, I'm, uh, uh
Bitch don't even look in my direction, I'm flexin'
Was gon' eat the pussy, but she failed the inspection
I just get the face, send her straight to collection
Tryna be my bae, told the bitch I'm a blessing, I might bless her
Ayy, two hundred shots, I sit him on a stretcher
You tryna compare yourself to C4, but don't measure
Boy, don't even play yourself, bitch, you know you played out
Might just hit the block with a bomb 'cause the J's out
Ayy, it was only me and Paper when I came out
C4, he be rappin', I don't be havin' nothin' to sing 'bout
Ayy, I knew that nigga was terrified, he ain't have his chain out
I was block workin', uh, bitch, I whip arms
Used to flip 'bows, uh, now I flip songs
You must think that I don't get no bitches 'cause my lip long
I'm turnin' down these bitches with the stiffarm
Tell my mama pray for me, all my brothers gotta eat
Ayy, ayy, drop the lo', he was scared, couldn't find the street
Told the bitch that these Diors, these ain't Jordan 3s
Ayy, her mediocre baby daddy ain't affordin' these
You can't snitch on niggas, you might live next door to thieves
If you love me better, baby, you mean more to me
Hundred points a game if C4 shootin' from the three
Ayy, I cross the bitch, go up, I feel like AI
Sometimes, I'm confused who to lay by
And every day, I'm with them dudes that don't play 'bout it
Paid all my dues, can't complain now
Bitch don't even look in my direction, I'm flexin'
Was gon' eat the pussy, but she failed the inspection
I just get the face, send her straight to collection
Tryna be my bae, told the bitch I'm a blessing, I might bless her
Ayy, two hundred shots, I sit him on a stretcher
You tryna compare yourself to C4, but don't measure
Boy, don't even play yourself, bitch, you know you played out
[Johnny Cinco:]
Jeff, I made a way out
I took risks and all these chances
How the hell his diamonds dancing?
I was in the trap, I'm surrounded by these pots and pans
I got all these hundreds, I done turned my bitch into a fancy
Trackhawk take off like a Banshee, how the hell they catch that boy?
12 wanna rat that boy, C4, he a fetty boy
Cinco he a fetty boy, Paper say he ready, boy
Ain't no limit like a tank, snuck a million in the bank
Safe deposit full of packs, I'm the captain, I got rank
Think I can, they think I can't
I'ma do it, think I ain't
Run the world, they think I ain't
New AP, I think I ain't
Overcame, I knew I would
Hundreds on me, know it's good, yeah
[CEO Trayle:]
Bitch don't even look in my direction, I'm flexin'
Was gon' eat the pussy, but she failed the inspection
I just get the face, send her straight to collection
Tryna be my bae, told the bitch I'm a blessing, I might bless her
