Grammy Nominee

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If I die tonight, then just know I tried
Ma I know I'm wrong, I ain't ever right
But I'm too numb to apologize
If I leave today, you gon' be alright
Ima go soon, I don't wanna fight
Hey just lighten up, you don't gotta cry
Cause I gotta shit on these niggas before I say goodbye to life
Ready up the trumpets cause I think they know we winning
Pouring purple sprite, you gon' always see me sipping
Looking up to God, I keep praying for some winnings
But he stopped talking back cause he know I'm steady sinning
Got a strap in the back, something like a stud
Baby I'm too gangsta, I don't really need your love
We gon' fill him with seven like he got good luck
Tryna slide on a nigga, we itching to dump
The gang in the L, we gon' crash the party
Wait I used that bar, man you suck Ari
I like freaky college girls, I got one
I call her candy head, that just mean that she a smartie
Open up the whiskey, let's get to drinking
I'm too busy working to be overthinking
Grind all week, I get naughty on the weekends
She gon' leave her panties, she call that a trinket
I'm so quick to drop my shells (Michelle) the Glock cheat on Obama
Said he was a thug but we turned him to a runner
Turned him to a sprinter, my ice cold like the winter
My glocky looking hungry, the hollows eat him for dinner
In the back of the Bach, I roll another bowl
This bitch is a dime head, got coke all in her nose
She up off the snow, said I'm moving slow
Bitch you better sober up cause I stay on the go
I buy all my bottles dark colored like a penny
Pull up with berettas, tryna catch him with the semi
Sipping on the Remy, I like getting litty
She gon' swallow all my cum, drink it like martini
F*ck up the club, get it lit, we gnarly
Man I'm with your bitch, she suck my dick retarded
Ask me if I'm sober, I got percs, I'm on it
I don't check the tags when I'm shopping at Onyx
Whipping that demon, I let Satan take the wheel
Your boyfriend on your phone, I post your tits on BeReal
She tell me baby no, he gon' get me gone
Shit I'm sorry babe, Ima also block your phone
I'm so quick to drop my shells (Michelle) the Glock cheat on Obama
Said he was a thug but we turned him to a runner
Turned him to a sprinter, my ice cold like the winter
My glocky looking hungry, the hollows eat him for dinner
I'm so quick to drop my shells (Michelle) the Glock cheat on Obama
Said he was a thug but we turned him to a runner
Turned him to a sprinter, my ice cold like the winter
My glocky looking hungry, the hollows eat him for dinner

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Written by: Marcus Esparza

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