Goonwalker
SATRAP & OH-B
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Everybody on the street with the moon Dead poet on the wall The Uber pull up with the crew Yeah girls be all dolled up I don't f*ck with no lineup Girls caking on makeup Ex kiss they make up Y'all too gone to stand up Flexing all your nice clothes Spent some time on the flow Your boys come up from the south They just finna blow dough F*ck Winnies on Tuesday Ran into my prom date Cashing out like payday Go apeshit like Beyonce Bitch I'm sneaking Hiding all my secrets while the tweaking Yeah I'm bleeding Dance until I don't know what I'm feeling I'm grieving A'int nobody notice what I'm needing They preaching I don't need no lessons or no teaching I'm dreaming They all famous, I ain't nothing Make my own name in this city The all faded, hooking up Bitch I am not looking for pity I got friends they ain't close I got boys on the coast People knowing my name But I still feel alone Make mistakes, hit the brakes Fake the love and hide the hate Boost the bass shake the cake Bite the bait, with my brother imma beat the case, on the chase Pull up imma win the race From the states, yeah Running from the fate, I dont wanna wait Show up every week cause I gotta run away And a y'all better move better get out my way Seven bucks at the door got a pocket full of change And the boys cashing out and they buying all the drank And the girls hit the floor as they make the booty shake And the boys go wild as they finna break the bank And I'm writing this verse while they trying to twerk And I'm going bezerk won't you call me a nurse Boys gonna drop but he's shooting his shot Yeah this ain't going well but lets see what he got I'm there every week just to not be alone Watching and taking the notes on my phone Hoping that maybe I'll get in my zone Can't get my mind off my bag full of bones I'm feeling myself so I might go and flirt Hands on my shirt, mine on her skirt As soon as our heads get down in the dirt I hope in the Uber and tell my boy (Skrt) Bitch I'm sneaking Hiding all my secrets while the tweaking Yeah I'm bleeding Dance until I don't know what I'm feeling I'm grieving A'int nobody notice what I'm needing They preaching I don't need no lessons or no teaching I'm dreaming Beat straight from Vegas the bars from the north Set on my path then he switched up the course Pulling the plug straight from the source Forcing a swap for a Jeep from a Porsche This ain't my vibe and this ain't my crowd Where are my homies who figured it out They ain't the ones who gon' flex for the clout These boys getting loud with they head in the clouds Bitch I'm sneaking Hiding all my secrets while the tweaking Yeah I'm bleeding Dance until I don't know what I'm feeling I'm grieving A'int nobody notice what I'm needing They preaching I don't need no lessons or no teaching I'm dreaming Fucked up liver with the gang Big boy bouta break the bank I don't wanna see you with the dank F*ck what you thought and what you thank Imma go in, run that heat my dogs gon' run when the shit get deep Take a few shots and I count them sheep My bro can't walk Imma make him speak Pull up with the squad and they all blackout That's on God better watch my mouth Birds in the trap bouta fly down south Coming up north just to fight for the clout Go to the gas imma defo gon' see a slot Zozo been sending my ass to the barbershop All of these chicas been using the photoshop Years going by and we looking for tabletops I got the demons I'm hoping they let me know If I don't see em I'm begging to let me know I don't share nothing forget the scenario Imma just keep spitting heat from the studio I been staring at my phone can you text me Listen to that voice that gon' never leave Got my mind on a mission imma never reach Every Monday night make me better grieve Bitch I'm sneaking Hiding all my secrets while the tweaking Yeah I'm bleeding Dance until I don't know what I'm feeling I'm grieving A'int nobody notice what I'm needing They preaching I don't need no lessons or no teaching I'm dreaming Two-fifty for a shot Keep em going don't stop Let em take it to the top They gon' take it 'til they drop Two-fifty for a shot Keep em going don't stop Let em take it to the top They gon' take it 'til they drop
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