Lyrics:
Don't got much to say
But somehow got a lot of demons in my brain
Now I'm getting hit by them with a sugar cane
Damn
What the fuck is going on
Next thing
don't tailgate my pick-up truck
Or you just might wind up in a wreck
Now they ain't made the sticker for my bumper just yet but
I brake for brunettes
dissing he know he can't jab with us
I put the keys to the beat I got a lot of shit to talk about
Pain all in my head won't sit and cry I'm just going
Ohh Ohh
Let's go
Would you bet it all just to save me
I been through it all on my own now
Drowning in the mass where the praise be
Had to write it
see what's up right now
Got some F&N's chillin in the truck right now
If I cop a rollie Imma bust it down
You be smoking mid my shit be loud
You be
legal
Back in 2010, I went to school with a Desert Eagle
Sean John hoodie, with Shawn Carters in my Evisu's
Family treat me different, I had to walk
See we do not play by the rules
And I do not fuck with them pigs in blue
My bitches treat me like a jewel
And my diamond really blue like a pool
Got so
Betcha look good by the ocean
In a beach chair, margarita in your hand
Betcha look good in the sunshine
With some tan lines, toes in the sand
OD on the poverty and envy my city need a lil' love
Ride with a nigga, she just wanna vibe with a nigga, I never trust her good lord
Never see me in
ain't gone want to get in it
Can't catch me slipping
You fucked up I keep ny nine in my truck
They call me that phyco bitch that't leaving you dead
outchea
Play your role outchea
Lil woadie went and got it by himself
Name another nigga hot as me
I be showing off my teeth
When I smile
Heard it's good for
?
He left me alone, age 3
Couldn't deal with my mom, thought he should move on
We met again at the age of 11
But my mom sent me there
My anger in
in
To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit
I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)
Respected on the streets
Pull the Dawn in front of LIV
All my niggas do it big (We do it big)
Bentley truck, Bentley truck, Ghost, Ghost
Wraith (yeah)
Red Ferrari, white Lambo,
misunderstandings again
While I cough up this blunt
I sit back in the cut
All my niggas ridin' with me
More excuses to stunt
And we fill up the cup
And we fill up
It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback, if he's anything like me
I can see him right now, knees all skinned up
With a magnifying glass tryin'
It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback, if he's anything like me
I can see him right now, knees all skinned up
With a magnifying glass tryin'
lifted
Something retarded
You fucking up my high beefing
Don't get me started
Too late, I'm already on your ass
Beat the fuck out anybody with you
is
You gon' see me pullin' up
Wheels spinnin' like Ferris wheels
You gon' see me sildin' by shinier
That's some tyre shine
Accordin' to my watch
You
that blick on my side ain't no running from it
Ran it up by myself I ain't come from money
I put you on the wave how you take it from me
I just think
behind
I ride by and they say "He fine!" They talkin' 'bout ma board, not me, man
I ain't lookin' as sleek an' stylish-ma board my wingman!
The girls be
one
God to me I'll be fine
I don't gotta roll up
Gotta hold this heater
I just gotta post up
Post up with my team yeah
Till we drive a rose truck
Knew
trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
Ain't no sympathying in a city streets
That's all I ever heard from my
trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
Ain't no sympathying in a city streets
That's all I ever heard from my
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