Lyrics:
trust you
One thing I hate about a sucker
They always end up offended by my hustle
I just got off the phone
With my mama, my nieces
I told 'em I love 'em
people'll do for some pocket change
But maybe this ain't the life that you chose (chose)
This is the life where you stay strapped and pack a knife or end up
stuck like its glue
And I want it for love and the juice
Fuck with me end up in Bonnaroo
All these women think they got the truth
But I'm busy catch me in
a blueprint
I'm rolling my shit up with no loose ends
Don't call me see ya later
Four five bands we keep counting up this paper
I got a blueprint
I'm rolling my
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
around)
You cannot come in this section (you cannot come in this section)
Don't get carried away by the necklace, this shit'll end up real hectic (thirty)
with cannons (bah)
I can't fuck with y'all all y'all niggas do is fanning (fanning)
Do this shit by any means possible like I'm Fanum (like I'm Fanum)
If
swervin' catch me zooted with my brothers
Broke a few heart's but I promise that I never loved her
Strictly bands if it ain't that then I can't fuck with no
From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with this
minute now
Woah (huh)
Please just pick a side like ini mini miny mo
And I swear that I’m goin catch that nigga by his toes so
If my brother holla, ima
Nah, the everythang out
Got a bottle, told that bitch if she don't swallow, I don't need her
Got my brother with me, told that bitch I'm ridin' with
nigga?
Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas
War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures
They mix us like mimosas, hang us
gettin' bands with me
Make the wrong move and this shit gon' end tragically
Mad I had his bitch run it up and bring it back to me
Hunnids on the floor but I
switch up showed some snake skin
In reality I never had some real friends
At the end of the day I'm just worried bout some bands
Everybody claim they real
you better not take it
Riding around the A with your bitch in here naked
She said it do not fit so I tell that lil bitch make it
Finish with your hoe,
the telly and watch it jump
My brother threw me a zip first time meeting gabe we called it sleep and we just chopped it up
Glory be to God, it's all by faith
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
on the board run it up with you, yeah
Know you like it best when you by my side
Giving you a rate bae you two times five
Riding in the front seat to my right
a push it by the gram
Stacked up like I got them bands
I be doing OT
Put in work for ma G's
They ain't never met a G like me
They ain't packing
you hot, nigga)
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue,
who takin' off!
Throwin' money at my nigga
Younger sister really wishin' he was with us
But look who takin' off!
Band for you to keep, love I'm finna
the prison of the night
Till bursting forth from rocky chains
The valley floods with light
Living one long sunrise
For to me all things are new
I've
struggled with me
Hustled with me
So I look at you crazy when you say I'm next
I ran up my bands ain't nobody help
So when I cop a crib Imma stay by myself
I
of a clock
That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading
They catch chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings
Now what's a coffin with
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