Lyrics:
niggas want some smoke, light it up and tell him take a hit
By the way, I think I said that wrong, can you take a hint
I ain't hoppin' in that car, bitch,
These niggas hating on me
Don't want me to make it homie
Ain't no pretending I'm really with it I got to get it
Try to see a hundred million
Stack it up
gone for the day, I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up are next to my computer
Hoping that they show up 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
Would make
trust you
You lips taste so sweet
But the look in your eyes is sour
And my powers been devoured
By the foul love we pilled up
I want you to pan, you want
toy
He'll be my best friend, lover, and houseboy
And we'll take it slow the first time
Then I'll do whatever
Whenever I want 'cause he's mine
I'll ply
Chad P:
Something I could never understand
How can you have enough hate
To want to kill a man
The dirt that goes around
Just builds up like
with the
Yacht waiting by the shore, for sure
(now play)
Hey, she wears the shoes that allows
Her to walk on the stars
That’s when I pulled up in my
talkin' down but hey we up (who?)
Bad bitches all in my DM (bad)
I hope my ho never see them (no)
I know she probably gon' leave me (ooh)
Fuck it, I
come here, come here)
Move out to California
Do what I want 'cause I can
If I don't because I wanna
Be ignored by the stiff and the bored
Because I
come here, come here)
Move out to california
Do what I want 'cause I can
If I don't because I wanna
Be ignored by the stiff and the bored
Because I
don't want you
Pull up in a foreign skrt skrt when I come thru, baby
I'm not sorry
I just copped a check, feelin' good, I'ma throw it out the sunroof
Hey mr bus driver can you take me home
But I don't know if I really want to go
Just a kid with big dreams and too much to worry
Take me home the long
bout this paper
How people ion care about is my haters?
Kno we bring the static
I ain't talking bout no tazer
I ain’t touching onna Glock
If it ain’t no
and she want me to beat it up
Like I got to keep it tucked
If the Ruger jam up, on bro I'ma beat him up
Like these niggas can't tweak with us
That's Bands
heart, I thought what I want
And even though I almost gave it up, I'm back on the job
And some are saying that we living the last days
Nothing here
between the thing he wants
Nose bleeds like an afterthought
Baby, don't breathe out, it's all we've got
Live life on endless holiday
You're so fun but I
I want to keep you satisfied in the morning sun
By my side, come on, come on run
And you kick the sand up with your heels
You think to yourself how
that I'm trippin
Diss up on my guys I want static I leave em drippin
Think about the times we was smiling I get the skitzin
Then I started grieving no
everyday
I feel too much, bash my head against the wall
Nothing's right, I'm still waiting for your call
Wreck my head, it's always messy by default
Promise
When times get tough, I want to give it up
I just can't let it go like that
And oh, how long it took to build it up
There must be some reason why we
only by his grace
I can say 'look at me now'
If you love this joint right here
I want you to call your radio station in the morning
And I want you
in my trap I need some
You a snitch I don't see none
Tractor trailer, the weed coming!
Ee ee, the fiends coming
OG but he's still telling
Hey, they
of them fuck they static
I don't talk I just do it no telling
Sweep the bitch off her feet like Aladdin
Said I'm toxic, I smash and forget it
Now she mad,
the law without being represented by an attorney
Overqualified, for all technical institutes
I get the job done when you barely make it past
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