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Momma said I wear my heart up on my sleeve, I copy that
Forever rich
You gotta help me love, cause I don't know how love feel
Gotta help me trust, cause I don't know if I can trust still

I don't want no purple jeans, unless I got 300 bands
Yeah, I don't want no fucking friends, unless I'm up a million men
I'm mad my bro, got locked, nine attempted charges, bro, hit fan
Heard a opp, died, hit the dance

Shawty see I'm shining, she said I need a fan
Front, back to back
Okay, the side, baby, let me twist your arm
I'm getting that money, she ain't know what I'm on

She don't f*ck with with that boy, cause she know what I'm on
She said, you a nigga, be turning her on
She don't f*ck with that boy, cause she know that he boring
They want it hot, tell her, spark up the Jone

Shawty in the sky, she's stargazing
I'm lit, I see you wanna take me out
I want a bad bitch, and she dress like a model
You need percs, if you do not swallow

I need green, just pour in bottle
F*ck nigga say that he coming, but nigga, I ain't tripping
Little bitch, I ain't worried about him
All my Bros on slimy shit

Little nigga, trip and die by the bitch
They say that little nigga tripping
The only time I'm tripping is when I ain't got me a mill
I'm trying to be the legend of the Hill

How to learn niggas ain't really real
You gotta help me love, cause I don't know how love feel
You gotta help me trust, cause I don't know who I can trust still
I don't want no purple jeans, unless I got 300 bands

Yeah, I don't want no fucking friends, unless I'm up with a million men
I'm mad, my bro got locked
Nine attempted charges, bro, hit fan
They tryna get my bag

They tryna get my Bous for attempted Robbery, man, I'm like, damn
I be chilling in my lane, and I'm off codeine
I heard that shit, he leaked that boy
And it, wasn't no nosebleed

I wake up fresh in the morning, I'm getting the racks out the bank
Shawty, wanna give me head
I stick it I wonder how far she can take
Inna winter on the north that boy, be cold

Lemme try swerving, so I can put some more
The TSA think I got a odor on me
I told my God brother, way, in Minnesota
Shawty, the way you be moving got damn

Shawty, I'm all in to you pipe down
Shawty, say I wanna go more rounds
She See how I'm dangerous
Right now, I'm freestyling with the mic in my hand

Ain't gonna lie, since the beginning, I did it
Tell that boy to stop it
He keep lying, up on these beats
Face shot, take a nigga face

Take his shit up off his wig
I say, hey, yo, baby, what you doing
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Do this shit every day

Cause I'm to influenced
Shawty said like hit me back, back
I just wanna f*ck, f*ck
Smoking off the gas

Smoking off the runtz
That lil hoe, she say when I put my mink on, bitch I wanna f*ck
Pass her to slimito, when she suck, you know I wanna bust

Early bird get the worm
Lessons, lessons, I done learned
This my lifestyle, I'm living wild

I don't f*ck wit no bitch
I don't crack no smile
Lyrics and lights camera in action
Where I found my heart at

Wow
See, I had turned and faced, my fear
My old friends turned on me
That shit weird

I'm still the same nigga
Bitch, I be still the same nigga
Don't make me send a flame nigga
Cause you won't stay the same nigga

Ha, ha, yeah
Ha, ha, yeah
Ha, ha, yeah
Ha, ha, yeah

Ha, ha, yeah
30 on me with a speaker
Shawty wanna f*ck, with the mink on
Shawty then watered the bed, she den f*ck my sheet up

Take off the seal, and pour up the liter
He know that he dead, for fucking with me
Cause they know that I'm lethal
Go get some racks

Whole time nigga ain't got no racks
Sometimes I think your ass, be cap
They send shot
I Send one back

Get me in Jam
Then call me rat
Hit his, bitch
Straight from that back

Back, back, back
These lil Nigga ain't got no swag
We I see yo bitch
She wanna f*ck
Cause they know I step on that
Momma said I wear my heart up on my sleeve
I copy that
Cause I'm too real to be played with

And I'm too fresh to be stepped on
Forever rich
When I got murdered on my mental, they be like I'm teflon
I can't be around you if you ain't real

And if you ain't stepping bro
Say I can't be around you if you ain't stepping bro
Bous gotta face, shot
He bent then his hands hit his tippy toes

Ain't worried bout no opps
My slimilition know how to tip toe
I got the
On the back of mine

When she jump and she flash ya eyes
I be thinking of some shit that I can do before I die

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