Lyrics:
trippin'
Girl, you must be high off shrooms
Want to investigate me when I come in the room
Talking 'bout where you been at
And why you ain't pick up your
Talkin' my shit and it's fuck how you feel
I'm independent, ain't signin' no deal
They'll come to me when they see my appeal
I feel like Lil Uzi, I'm
new so please don't act like it's astonishing
If you take the time out of your day to come get punishment
I could show you why they call me Mr.
How many times do you need me to say
You don't come across somebody like me every day
And that of course it’d be weird to find a needle in the hay-
an accuser
Call me everything that's in your head
Tell me that you hate me
Don’t you call me baby
Thought you'd be the one for me instead
You've been going
know
That I'm self made
I love this life
I wouldn't trade
Bitches don't really be outside
Night time I come alive
Money make me feel
Real good
Some shit
pussy
A little deuce-deuce in her panties
Cause I don’t want no ballerina bitch
Man, I'ma fuck me a thug bitch!
I want a thug, motherfucker!
I want some
we call that a victory
I'm surfin' on the crowd, and these shorty's tryna' get with me, so
And I don't wanna come back down from this high, no
And I
Hey girl, how you doin' take a seat
Been thinkin' bout you all day, come over talk to me
While we lay low just cruisin' throught the street
By
boy I'll block that shot
You ain't him like no you're not
Bad bitches say wow
All the fuckboys question how
Lock it all down by myself
Hear the truth
the fact your daughter call me daddy, mommy don't mean nothing
Don't understand where we stand I might need a ride
Easily gave up then how the fuck when you
bouta come and sing for yours
I'll be with you when yo lows getting high off whatever
When yo toes stop counting yo steps
But if the fame don't last me
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', nigga check out my promo
You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo
Who me? A nigga livin' life like a G
In
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Hahahahahahah! Don't be scared of me
Come on over here and let Bubba infect you
Uhh, uhh
From the slums the East of Athens
know
So if you don't know now, now you know
I just leave it at the crib, then I hit the road
I'm just looking for the key, making sure I never lose me
all week
Tryna flip the gs
Know da feds listenin don't hit me bout da Ps
Im good anywhere bitch i always got the keys
She good in air but i like her
with my chopsticks
I come when I please like im her locksmith
She wanna keep me like im her hostage
You walkin' in on us and I be like whats poppin
Let
with me
Goin crazy like wall to wall (Huh)
Im gonna cop me that Audemars
I don't need keys this a push to start
Girl you could get it, don't live to far
real or not
I can't seem to let you go
Beat it I got hoes
Beat it I don't know
Tell me if you're real or not
Or are you just a fucking hoe
Beat it If you
small change
Ice and a couple hoes
Is that what you call fame
A lot of cats hatin' on me
But most of 'em fakin', homie
The world is debatin' on me
I got
call it cocky but it's confidence
'Til the day I rest I'm a beast like the Lockness
The best low-key, that's me young profit
Spit bomb flows torpedo
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
Yeah I been doing me
Chilling by my doly, really staying low key
I don't owe nobody shit and none of you niggas don't owe me
Really nobody can hold
made
I stayed on the charts and I stayed paid
So don't come around me bragging bout the shit you achieved
Cause I know exactly what you and me need
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