Lyrics:
you think you sleeping on 'em
Them mans ain't pussy
Think what you want, I'll put that heater on you
Acting oh so hard, but the first to call 12
I don't
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
a minute to look at you
Nobody perfect we just young it's all new
Going hard, life scarred, it tore me apart
So i carry that rod
Give him to god
Hit it
catch
Bury me a bitch, you get your soul snatched
Fuck that lil bitch, all we gotta say is blat
Walk on a nigga, call him dead man
Lul 00 posted in
aint playing with a rod
Cuz you aint
Like Me
I aint gotta live a lie
Ion need an alibi
Cuz a nigga hella fly
And you aint
Like Me
Found my way like a GPS
this I gotta play cool
12. Don't know what I can say & I don't know what to do
V.2
1. 6 in the morning, Thinking bout you
2. 6 in the morning, I'm up
Yo blackedy
You know I'm your number one biggest fan
Look I just sit by my loan and I overthink everything really gotta take my time
I be telling
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go
Bye Bye, bye bye
Boy I'm thinkin' about leavin' U
Gotta get away, I gotta do it now
I gotta step into the sun,
elevate)
You better choose a side, you gotta choose a side
You gotta pick
You better do what's right or you gonna lose the fight
You gotta (Gotta go
at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
We gettin' high,
to a blunt
Thoughts still going through my dome
Uh
It go even harder when I'm alone
Sometimes I just gotta keep my distance
Gave yo ass a chance and then you
Frustrated, fuckin' with a hater, gotta fade it out
Tell myself I'm everything (everything)
I'll bet on myself if I bet a thing (bet a thing)
Shit'll go higher
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
addicted to these president
(Better go and call yo squad, call yo squad
Call yo squad, call yo squad
Cuz u know i keep them rods
They like my body guards,
nobody
I am an open book now, got a few chapters written down
Still a few to go, couldn't think coming down till I say so
I think you better wake up
I got, 1-2, 1-2 big sticks
Big 30’s gotta load em with them big clips
We not average y'all ain’t f*****g with no misfits
On my Elyon you know my
gettin' checks cause her ass out
Makin' money, gotta be the fast route
Bitch, if you ain't fuckin', better get yo' ass out
Pow! Pow! That chopper make
you, yeah your one of a kind
Not a second go by, your always on my mind
Your my joy in the morning, yeah your my sunshine
I gotta keep you next
that
I'm a long way from taking it home
I did this shit on my own
I know I gotta be strong
(Bitch you better know)
I got the reaper in my dreams
I keep
and the parties
He try to sleep but you know he could hardly
12 tryna catch him the opps tryna harm him
He filling up cause the drugs in his body
He gotta do better
one more chance
I'm like I'm not tryna be you man
The things these fellas do for romance
You can hate but you can't stop my swag
I gotta Bollywood
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
a Lokar shifter street rod headquarter
Four 6x9's two 12 subwoofers
Feel summertime breeze I’m a put on a show
You can move at your own speed I’m a drive
doing me while you don't do enough[00:58.17]Imma put Srt yeah on my charger (skrt)[01:01.22]If I think I can get it then you know I gotta go
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