2am in the Ritz
Quebaby
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Ain't been this high, cause I've been low, real lowkey Nowadays everybody got a story about me Trying to talk that shit like they Tmz Got the trap with soul like Pnb Got to stay on track life fast for me, I just got that pack I be home around 3 Bet when I get back this shit ain't cheap, it'll have you gone put your ass to sleep Claiming that he goat, really he a sheep and ain't none of these pussies bothering me Man why all these bitches calling me, got my old friends mad but they follow me Tried to watch my move, Tried to watch my swag Hell yeah I'm raw nothing like my dad I done glowed up now yeah I out of my past Imma hop in the foreign and smash on the gas In my off-White shoes yeah I come out stepping, chains on me, oh my lord its a blessing I ain't fucking bitches cause them hoes have me stressing I cut them off I don't want no connections I look in some fire just to see my reflection All my demons slide if you try they possession Say you trying to ride you could die any second I be sending sorrows to my brother in heaven I just got fucked sipping Dom out the bottle, she say she nasty well I need her to swallow And I'm smoking dose dough like there's no tomorrow These real clips and they filled with them hollows You ain't my Patna, I don't give fucks about cha I run with big dogs them niggas gone slouch you And I got my dick all in yo baby mouth, and then later on lay that ass on the couch Got that 40 on me case a f*ck nigga geeking, you trying me? On that shit boy you tweaking If I pop yo ass do the dash leave you leaking And pray the devil don't meet me in the deep end I'm rolling rolling honor roll yeah I'm leading, I feel like Metcalf I'm out there receiving Tried it once they left that nigga bleeding, smoking big gas in the field every season Say day to day a nigga getting older, I hit one of them and man I swear it's over I stay getting lucky something like a clover, but man it ain't luck I put the time in over And I keep making plays I'm such a road runner, I'm kicking shit off I send it like a punter And I'm coming up swear Quebaby doing numbers I need some but they keep fucking up my stomach Call up the gang my niggas finna huddle, f*ck corona ball like we in the bubble Them niggas know I dropped and now they in trouble I'm just the nigga that came up, I'm jus the nigga that ran up them bands And now they can say that I'm dangerous Loaded and booted we ready to go on my momma cant nobody tame us Ain't been this high, cause I've been low, real lowkey Nowadays everybody got a story about me Trying to talk that shit like they Tmz Got the trap with soul like Pnb Got to stay on track life fast for me, I just got that pack I be home around 3 Bet when I get back this shit ain't cheap, it'll have you gone put your ass to sleep Claiming that he goat, really he a sheep and ain't none of these pussies bothering me Man why all these bitches calling me, got my old friends mad but they follow me Tried to watch my move, Tried to watch my swag Hell yeah I'm raw nothing like my dad I done glowed up now yeah I out of my past Imma hop in the foreign and smash on the gas
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