Lyrics:
your number
Damn I wish I had it back by now
Deleted your number
I'm never goin' through that shit again
I can't say I wanna see you fold. Shit
I don't
cause I'm no lost cause
Little girl recognize Too $hort's the boss
When they turn 16, we all find out
What little girls like that are all about
So you
it down for the ladies
All you girls out there that think you gon' get that quick money and ain't goin' to jail
You better think again
Oh yes,
H.A.A.M
We goin H.A.A.M on 'em
Hard As A Motherfucka
I'm going H.A.A.M
That's my only option
Goblins and goons need monsters to stop me
From the city with
(Still ain't forgave myself, damn
It's a lotta fucked up shit that go down man,
You don't even know the half)
Man I been in and outta trouble
ain't goin' (We ain't what?)
I don't like to talk, I like showin'
(I don't like to talk, I like)
I be drinkin' water, boy, I'm gone
And the skin tone be
me find out you owe the MOB, creep ni**a
I ain’t really with the gimmicks like these lil pump ni**az
Cause the Carolina gangstas will leave you slumped
Okay
My favorite cousin's back in town
We goin' out
We don't know where we're goin'
We goin' out
And we took care of grandma, we held it down
won't write
'Cause my niggas still sellin' dope
Like they ain't on their third strikes
Campin' out in that corridor
Fuck you waitin' on Jordans for?
I
bought her some candy
Got that lil' ho thinkin' that I'm romantic (romantic)
They don't know the answers (nah)
They actin' like we ain't the ones that
still was tryna get a job
That s**t ain't have really a purpose I was findin better sauce
I was only 16 but I touched a 20 ball
Got established in
like this my my year
Type of car we don't steer, back seat driver for real
Drop me off at the top, got that key with no lock
Play for the team that I
like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get crossed out
You
that shit around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
Cause I ain't gettin indicted
With fools around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
It's cool you flip
him, then we pop him like a pill (Get on his ass)[01:29.45]Ain't runnin' back, bitch, I stay up in that field (In that field)[01:31.95]And you niggas
ain't about that life
(Whoa-oh-oh) we hangin' out the window, it's about to be a Suge night
(Ayy) free Bump J, real nigga for life
(Ayy) shoutout
book bag
Goin' up, ain't tryna look back
Get my mama nem a house
Buy it where da nicest hood at
Hate when money tight, gettin right that's a promise
fuck around and come around my shooters knock of his bin
Cuz we got glocks mops that’s goin drop opps like the flu
It go bop bop & it go ra ra when when
on a thin patch (Thin patch!)
Hoes from south that's an easy bin snatch
They keep on banging, her shit is stakin'
Them guys are showing out they goin' be
that drama, I ain't for the problems
Why I gotta bother? I already made it clear that we ain't nothing
Got ya baby daddy hating, I done heard about him
of there
Like you love it, but nigga I'm outta here
When they crack the door, boy I ain't comin' back
I'm tryin' to figure out, why you keep runnin' back?
pop
Look
Tryna get 10's 20's and 30's
I'm only 16 ain't got time to worry
We fuck in the morning it's never to early
I cannot resist, my bitch is too
homie, then I make her wanna bag it
Off a bottle up in that bag, then I'll smash it on the fatty
Yeah, we goin' in
Yeah, okay, I'm a psycho like Trevor
(Drum Dummie)
If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go
I ain't going out like no ho and these niggas know
I'm goin' out with these riches
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