Lyrics:
snitched
And now my mans is doin fed time up in the pen
This shit is messin with my head
There's no integrity
Between them outlaws
And the G's
Like it used
Baby wanna take it slow
But she dont know, she messin with the goat
This aint no dirty sprite
Yeah, that's that dirty coke
Fuckin' with me, I'ma smoke
There, Hey
(Hay is for horses) unless you're talkin bout rollin it up and then smoking it, K
Never delay, witcha won't play, messin with money you might
better know who you be messin with
Yeah they call me the reaper i settle it
Yeah
Respectfully fuck you
I might pistol whip that hoe
Fuck what you got
you I can't do it though
I'm glad you gone cause I'm done messin with these stupid hoes
She a 10 she fine not yours maybe she can be mine
Swear I just
Negative messin and stressin Irrelevance testin my patience
This one a hit Yah
Blocked off yah
All of the bad vibes I get from yall
Stay away from it my
Yeah i’m stressin
This depression
Is holdin me back
I’m guessin
While you’re messin
With confessions
The golden weed sack
Is crested
Yeah i’m
sentenced me
Now I'm 18 back in jail this shit b messin wimme
I'm askin god man I need you to start blessing me
So tired of pain this shit killin my mind
their own shit,
In fact most of its just disappointin
Give that shit a shit a break, it just be messin with my focus
Y'all don't know it
But see
GHOST is moving in, yeah HE'll feed ya
Asking all them questions getting Into all those lessons
Betta know who you be messin Sadd-u-cee (Sad you see) her,
no slap on the wrist
Put that weight around yo neck, jump in the sea, say bye to a fish
This be the punishment for messin wit us, don't take the risk
fall than i crawl
But im not givin up
Being dead pure luck
She is bad but im up
I been messin up her make up
Baby dont you cry
Sorry i was bad
She said
buy it
U come home from a girls night bitch I know u lyin
Where the fuck was yo ass at when I was down
they say they gon hold u down but continue messin
messin with the best yeah
Come live this life without any stress yeah
I promise you this the best the it gets yeah
Yeah come to the other side
Yeah this
toxic shit
How I'm better than that nigga that chu messin wit
Can we start off wit a dance on some grooviness
Take you out for a night change ya name from
message, with my head you messin', yeah
Since I was a freshman, I was learnin' lessons, uh
Cruisin' Subaru wit Mitch, we lane switch past every bitch
They
built-in increments
Posted at a hood rat spot the homie messin with
She cooking up for the crew we got a pack to flip
Back door like a bodega we weigh it
on a cherry pit
you're messin with my hair
oh i can't hear what you're saying
when you're all the way up there
you started to say something
you stopped
U really bout Ur checks &
None of them other Shawties messin
U the true reason why they stressin
Ur Love Ur exes neglected
Imma pay what I owe
real while he's on Snapchat
Call you on the phone cause I know you'd like that
Standing right here, why you messin with a rough draft?
You already know
nobody filling these shoes,
Verse 1
I ain't messin around with these damn near see through thots,
I just wanna grow old in these rocking chairs we rock,
the back up and allat
Pullin tracks, messin up her makeup and allat
But it ain't nun to lil baby she uh nympho
I'm tryna knock tha pussy out like Kimbo
about you
What you like to do, what you really into
Just call my name and I'll come for you
I ain't messin around, Im tryna' stand my ground, so
Where you
better why you messin wit' a meta human
I'ma superhuman and I'm headin for the greater student
Slicin' through you like it's cheddar fool and I'ma chuck it
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