[Intro]
Vade on the keys
[Chorus]
I don't talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don't talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah
Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that's a murder hit, know they heard of this
Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass
[Verse 1]
They talk down on my name, on my face, they brought shame
Blackballеd me from up out the game, bitch, strippеd me out the fame
I ain't get a thing but a laugh when I told my pain
"Oh, that's hilarious, to her?"
Do dirty work with illegal guns, that's what I was in the parish for
Make sure that my children travel, I ain't happy how they perished us
Crime inside the same hood with no options, but they carriaged us
Can't be out here flippin' patties, what make you think them hoes gon' fuck with us?
What the fuck you think so lavish? Through my whole career, been doped up
Playin' limbo with that gunfire, mama say I was her worst child
Daddy lost his soul inside a trial, that's fifty-five, one long ride
Tell Mike Caren I thank him for that phone call, I'm on now
If that's my girl, I ain't fuckin' on her friend inside my home, uh
Vade on the keys
[Chorus]
I don't talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don't talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah
Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that's a murder hit, know they heard of this
Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass
[Verse 1]
They talk down on my name, on my face, they brought shame
Blackballеd me from up out the game, bitch, strippеd me out the fame
I ain't get a thing but a laugh when I told my pain
"Oh, that's hilarious, to her?"
Do dirty work with illegal guns, that's what I was in the parish for
Make sure that my children travel, I ain't happy how they perished us
Crime inside the same hood with no options, but they carriaged us
Can't be out here flippin' patties, what make you think them hoes gon' fuck with us?
What the fuck you think so lavish? Through my whole career, been doped up
Playin' limbo with that gunfire, mama say I was her worst child
Daddy lost his soul inside a trial, that's fifty-five, one long ride
Tell Mike Caren I thank him for that phone call, I'm on now
If that's my girl, I ain't fuckin' on her friend inside my home, uh
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