Lyrics:
something? Ain't waste no time on it
He ain't in the game last time I checked, he on the side with it
Jiggin' on a gospel beat, my brothas getting fly with it
by they bros & I swear that shit just so bold
Talking the real feel like J. Cole
Ik my brothas all in for this life swear imma rock & they gone roll
Don't come with fake love
Tell me you like me
I probably make it by my own now
Ya kna i mean
Can't wait on no more sorry but it's just how
I feel
I'm
LOCO
We play no games.. LOCO
Blow out your brains. LOCO
Another day comes. Well, another day goes by
Will I die in my sleep? Or will I die when I open my
ads
Let alone, don't forget this trillion dolla face
Only covers u been on was your mugshot rate.
Bitch, u still gettin beat by that nigga who don't
think ya'll on vacation, man
Stop doin', man
[JD]
Come on
See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know?
And I see it ain't too many ya'll
That can make 'em
he got money and thangs
But is he nice for you
He's a High Post Brotha
With money in his pocket
He got every-thing a girl could want
Think maybe
These niggas can't hold me back
Member passing by the houses in the cul-de-sac
Thinking "how uh nigga gonna get uh hold of that
Thinking how to gain
Inch by inch
Day by day
That's how you get through it
Til you don't
Then forever hopes
Start to rip and crumble
Keeps a brotha humble
Back on Bumble like
the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'
Sat it on dem big 6's couldn't play games with dem 20's
That wet paint is
we act like
We better then each other, we're supposed to be all sistas and brothas
Feel my pain
It's better that you know
But don't feel sorry for me,
And cocked, but now the clip's ready to peel on a punk
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Why'all niggaz better run, we ready for war
This ain't no game we off the chain,
Killa Rue in the game tryna make a dolla bill or two
Stuck to the hustle like gorilla glue, in the hood with the thugs and drug dealas too
I was born in
on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, then im flyin by
Til I'm gone, nigga old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Ory
If I do
muh fuccas tryna put a brotha under
Underestimated hustles onna come up
Hadda snag up all hunnids and stuff em right inna duffle listen
Big wok, double
A Billion Dollas Baby
Love you If you hate
Me Universal flow Connect
All the dots Watch for the
Time Check on the Clock
I hip With the Hop
doing good cause I been saving every dolla I make
I'm on my grind I get no sleep I got no time for a brake
I really got no competition cause I go my own
produced by brotha stan
He really off his vitamins
Type of shit that bite ya tooth off
And get ya writing in
It's fuck the world I've never blueballed
I
off
B****es and killas in the front watchin
Flowin with like a finna studda some
Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
Shoe game fire, Yeezy straight through the wire
Told me I'm her desire
While I wear my designer
Murakami it's a drip hobby (Dolla)
Met her in the lobby
it symmetry
As-long as i get all my shit on time we got chemistry
Could never pay no mind to who behind or ahead of me
Cause family a dime and dolla
dolla bill, y'all. So don't invest in the wrong thing, homie, or you will fall a card game. What's the deal, y'all? I just tell it how it is, nigga. Real
understood
I don't fuck with drama while I'm minding my own business
Can't please everybody, in her story I'm the villain
Living life by my rules, arrogant, I
I'll be your babe
RIP to the old ass me
Cus my parents say at 18 you're legally free
Bullshit cus I'm still your frenemy
Ego real empowered by your
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