[Intro]
(LeeBoy on the track)
(JTK)
[Chorus]
You my brother, so I trust you one hundred percent
And for you I'm gon' ride to the fullest extent
For this music, swear to God, my love is intense
Get to the guap, stay out the way, that shit make perfect sense
'Cause you can't get a refund on the time that you spend
I been sinnin' for so long, I need my soul rinsed
But I jumped over them hurdles, look how far I done went
What's meant to be, man, that's just something that you can't prevent
[Verse 1]
Heard them skeletons fell out of my closet, I had to rush home
And I went through some things, but you ain't never ask me what's wrong
Fuck a bitch, only blue Benji's and diamonds is what I crush on
If that money ain't callin', then it's time to blow up her phone
And if I do not rock with yo' vibe, then get the fuck on
Met a few snakes in disguise, and now my trust gone
And I know niggas plot, so this new Glock is what I clutch on
40 with a lemon squeeze, I get to blowin' like a trombone
Handle every test with ease, it ain't no problems I get stuck on
Still up in that field, so dead opps is what I puff on
Boy, I'm really gangsta, you will never see my chain tucked
Reaching for these diamonds, bet this Glock gon' fuck yo face up
Nigga eatin' good now, I finally got my weight up
People I depend on, and I swear I can't name 'em
Telling me she love me, she just hoping that I save her
But everybody want a way out, so I don't blame her
(LeeBoy on the track)
(JTK)
[Chorus]
You my brother, so I trust you one hundred percent
And for you I'm gon' ride to the fullest extent
For this music, swear to God, my love is intense
Get to the guap, stay out the way, that shit make perfect sense
'Cause you can't get a refund on the time that you spend
I been sinnin' for so long, I need my soul rinsed
But I jumped over them hurdles, look how far I done went
What's meant to be, man, that's just something that you can't prevent
[Verse 1]
Heard them skeletons fell out of my closet, I had to rush home
And I went through some things, but you ain't never ask me what's wrong
Fuck a bitch, only blue Benji's and diamonds is what I crush on
If that money ain't callin', then it's time to blow up her phone
And if I do not rock with yo' vibe, then get the fuck on
Met a few snakes in disguise, and now my trust gone
And I know niggas plot, so this new Glock is what I clutch on
40 with a lemon squeeze, I get to blowin' like a trombone
Handle every test with ease, it ain't no problems I get stuck on
Still up in that field, so dead opps is what I puff on
Boy, I'm really gangsta, you will never see my chain tucked
Reaching for these diamonds, bet this Glock gon' fuck yo face up
Nigga eatin' good now, I finally got my weight up
People I depend on, and I swear I can't name 'em
Telling me she love me, she just hoping that I save her
But everybody want a way out, so I don't blame her
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