Lyrics:
on my mama, gang
Ayy, bitch, I feel like Wayne, started rappin', made em mad, they tryna throw salt on my name
The realest niggas in this shit, won't miss
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
Mmmm me miss you baby
Me wish you coulda call your Friends and then you ask dem Where me number dey to call Me back again Cz baby
Me cyaan not live
and you miss
I need some bred just for takin a pic
Wait till I'm trending
Bitch ima run up these bands to the ceiling
I ain't alone and I got some folk
really give a fuck about what story they done spun
And I ain't done
And I ain't done (ya heard me)
And I ain't done
I really miss the old days before
See me at the Copa, platinum choker
The God's with me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me
Pick one out of two dimes to twist me
New 9's is
what They say cuz a hater gonna Hate throw salt your way
Down talk upon your Name it's up to you to keep
And stand by what you Claim the minute they see
Slapshotz in this fucking bitch
You know the vibes
Omg that boy down bad
By the nuts my guy
You're moving mad
Down bad
And it's sad
No cap
Get a grip
you really bad
Keep you by my side when I blow up and get all the cash
Yeah
Love to see you happy, I don't want to see you mad
Hey take your time but
focused, guess they left you no choice
You mad with God like why he put this on somebody he love?
You need some bread, your people dragged their feet, you
whats best for me
I knew you wouldn't like my plans
So I had to leave
I know you mad at me yeah
We just don't agree
Hop in that drip and they want
I've been struggling, loving you
My head is tyin' me up in a noose
And I don't wanna miss out, or wasting my youth
I think that's why I need something
miss
Splish splash
Dammit it's wet
No I don't miss with the tech
Yeah, Big bag
Got that on my neck If you gone step be correct
Whip that, Perelli go
gets you mad I believe that
I stay in bag never ease back
If you miss the show hears a recap
Cuz I got that juice and you see that
My hustle gets you
Did I really want to make u mine?
But I guess where told by time
See I want to make u mine?
But I was out here I was loving so blind
I don’t wanna
tickin fast, blink you might miss it
Semen on Street shit, you might catch fifty stitches
Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches
I play for
shorty you could make the call
Aw man this shit is stupid
I'm spending mad bread up on this chick
What am I doing?
I'm a drink a half a bottle yeah that's
that, uh
Kid in the business winnin', and they mad
I'm on a new level, call me A$AP
Snakes always gonna reach for the dap
They want you to put their name
make her mad
Call my line I promise that you'll miss me
No my drugs don't lie to be honest I think they heal me
I don't got the time to be thinking about
she need me
Miss pick up the phone I know that you need me
93 hoes all in one catistry
Baby stop fronting I know why you mad at me
I'm higher than god
miss you)
Case and point mad bullshitted issue
I see it to the end, my writting is so personal
My heart bleedin' out my pen, make no mistake aobut me
Molded your lungs for the breath that He gave you
Not to mention the day He saved you
And when He opened your eyes by the spirit Christ was raised
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
fuckin on your bitch
I heard you was runnin your mouth
Na, bruh, man, you wouldn't understand, bruh
But if you really mad, bruh
We can throw them hands up
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