PnB Rock – Aftermath lyrics

Hey
Lately I been on my fuckin' shit
It's no competition who fuckin' with me
This rap shit I run it
I'm blowing this money these hunnids and fifties ain't nothing to me
I want the royalty
I want the loyalty
Puttin' up money for layer fees
'Cause I know me man I got a bad temper
Put one these rap niggas right in a blender
Pnb I'm who they'll always remember
'Cause I be killin' shit
I spit the realest shit
'Cause I done did this shit
I'm on that different shit
Copy right off my shit
These niggas stealin shit
I been feelin like 2pac and shit
A-a-all eyes on me yeah they watchin' shit
Study my moves tryna see what I do
Like how df he get so poppin' quick?
Got alotta shit that's on my mind
Got-got alotta shit that's on my plate
Got-gotta feed the fam gotta feed the hood
So I'm up and down that interstate
Doin shows, havin different meetings
In the studio,i been barely sleepy
Smokin all this dope,i been barely eatin
And it's different city every fuckin' weekend

Hey
I'm ya favorite rappers favorite rapper
I go in the booth and make it happen
It's amazin how this shit just happened
Finessed a track without no fuckin' practice
Lately I get in the booth and I cook up a hit
I'm rollin I really can't miss
These bitches they all on my dick 'cause they know that I'm 'bout to be rich
I'm 'bout to be rich
I'm 'bout to be rich
Bl-bl-bl-blowing money on stupid shit
Me and my niggas strapped up in a ragtop
But we all on that ruthless shit
Bitches I'm pickin' and choosin' shit
I'm hittin' bitches and tools and shit
I swear my life on some movie shit
Bout to call chop up to shoot this shit damn

"Aye chop get the motherfuckin' camera ready nigga
We finna make a movie nigga"
"Where my motherfuckin' dope at nigga? Roll that shit up"

Hey hey
Cash rules everything around me
So you know I keep that thing around me
Real nigga yeah they stay around me
Fuck niggas stay the fuck from round me
I'm bout to go to Miami
Cop a new lay for the Grammys
I-i-i'm cashin out with my family
Fuck you you ain't with the family
Wh-when I come through better cuff ya bitch
'Cause I'm they type of nigga that'll fuck ya bitch
Sang to the pussy do my thang to the pussy
And we can get into some other shit
Got guns got clips you ain't duckin shit
This for all them pussy niggas on that sucka shit
God damn lil homie why you love the bitch?
You gon die for the pussy? Well fuck it then
Shot with the mack with the rubber grip that mean it ain't no more rumblin'
He gon come through and start cuttin' shit
Plus we got kev in the cut and shit
Damn!