Lyrics:
My nature
Freaks flocking by my side when I pop out at night
Party favors
Double shot poured in my cup got me feeling right
Popping out for
I've just been alone for so long
That I just kind of accepted that
That's the way it would always be
And I just try to be happy alone
Even though
V1
All fixed up in my goodbye dress
I thought time made hurting hurt less
Until I met you that one summer day
I have nothing to remember you by
But
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
spray broad day ain't nothing
The lilac one AK doing something
I'm immuned to the drama
Act a fool if you want to
Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
on the highway in a small town
Hanging by the bridge, got something to throw down?
A fridge, a washer, an old TV set
It might seem pathetic but we ain't forty yet
a swing at a pitch
Labels want me to rap about money and jewels
That's kind of hard when I'm used
To looking bummy and bruised
I can't even fill my tummy
an elivator at my mama crib
Buy my dogs gold chains for the fuck of it
It’s winter time but u find me on my summer shirt
By summertime Smogolo gon have
a common thief as fire fills up the sky
A leeward tack to a foggy bank, lets us slowly slip on by
Run'n just fine up the Caroline's, like a tranquil kind
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
Know you got a bad reputation, came to the city on vacation
You with your friends came to my end
You know what it's like in the summer pull up to my
Next like the R&B group
I see them laughing at my
Life nigga comedy spoof
Then poof, invest five, the
Five become forty, then forty
Become a hunnid,
the Louis with the 40 below
What do you know
I'm such a awful nigga
Give me the guns and butta
2 Model bitches
Make em fuck each other
My mind and memories
high
What's after forty-four? Forty-five
Ain't nun wrong I just keep it on my side
Tryna see what shorty on she got some thighs
I need her throat and her
without six
Need you like a forty-five bussing off my hip
Its a metaphor
Look up and I’m ready for
Red moon in the sky
It's coming up
Right after war
We
Money
Money Money Money Money
Next time think
39 Thieves are quicker than 40 winks
Raise your drinks
39 thieves are quicker than 40 winks
We're
the worst
Louis v my bitch purse drinking cardi as she put it in reverse
In the sound I immerse keeping all thoughts to stray from the worst
Cold
I'm on the mic I represent all colors
Last summer, I escaped from an asylum,
You know the three digits, BITCH you better dial 'em
No matter where
They Living Breathing
Now they offspring like my Offspring
That give me every reaason
No more hot summers this shit
Cold as 40 below freezing
Through
tweeting, talking strapes
Or different apps, y'all drive by on your Snapchat, and bro, what kind of shit is that
I'm independent, grinding, til the feds
even know a thing
Starting when it's summer I'm a trapper by the spring
Who I'm finna bee I wanna know I need a sting (bee)
She telling all her friends,
first pilots
52 white keys
51 jeans
50 gates of
49 nights of meditation
48 pairs of shoes
47 wines
46 human chromosomes
45 summer rise
44
tight
Sordid assortment of sorry starty individuals
Splippin'
Splippin like a hot egg
Did you spit it
Wasn't written by nikky dwight
Sordid assortment
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