[Chorus]
Hm
Hm, bitch, you know that I’m baby life
Hm, bitch, you know I don’t play nice
Fuck you and dip, you know I don’t stay night
Shit don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
I don’t feel okay, I’m not finna lie
Rubbin’ this Glock, not supposed to fuckin’ try it
I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye
I ain’t fuckin’ this bit’, the ho not my type
You can try to rob me, bitch you got the wrong guy
We ‘den been did what we did, I ain’t gotta prove nothing I wouldn’t lie
I ‘den been in these fuckin’ streets since a young nigga, I ain’t gotta try
[Verse]
I said you ain’t mine baby don’t even cry
I told Velly, I bought that fire if they cross that line
My partner not ready, I told them I’m ready to shine when y’all ready to shine
Put on that drip baby take your time
Suck my dick, baby don’t waste time
Imma be real, I don’t think I wanna gеt signed
Imma be so real, I don’t think I’ll еver get rid of this 9
Imma be so real, I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of this 9
We just gon’ smoke him like a drug deal
Showed him some bullets, nigga planned on dyin’
Went to catch on the A before the niggas took that time
Don’t asked who shoot my partner it ain’t mine
Don't ask what Baby EBG did
If you disrespect my fuckin’ brother, put that on the mob, nigga up that sig
I send shots, try me, no one know how I live
Baby you high right now, please brother, don’t give them no extra shit
I’m not from florida, but nigga, don’t try me like I’m regular jit
All my Woah got that drill, you try me, we all in this shit
I’m a Woah, fuck yo’ stamp
Nigga try me, fuck yo’ camp
Wan play with the gang, we light ‘em up just like a lamp
You lie ‘bout you stamp, then you gon’ get fan
I let the draco shine on ‘em, said the pussy nigga got a fuckin’ tan
Huh, nigga keep talking on the fuckin’ net, we caught them niggas fuckin’ ran
Huh, catch him and flip him nigga ain’t on nothin’
Hrll, nigga play both side we call him tran
Hm, put this on the mob, killed 5 niggas for a hundred gram
Hm, yea, he think he a vamp
Hm, yea, who the fuck got yo’ stamp
Hm, you ain’t gotta remember me, but just tell me
Why the fuck would I put my own fuckin’ career in jeopardy
And you tell me, you thuggin’ out for sure, but you can get a better me
I don’t know why, I guess I’m not feeling your energy
Hm
Hm, bitch, you know that I’m baby life
Hm, bitch, you know I don’t play nice
Fuck you and dip, you know I don’t stay night
Shit don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
I don’t feel okay, I’m not finna lie
Rubbin’ this Glock, not supposed to fuckin’ try it
I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye
I ain’t fuckin’ this bit’, the ho not my type
You can try to rob me, bitch you got the wrong guy
We ‘den been did what we did, I ain’t gotta prove nothing I wouldn’t lie
I ‘den been in these fuckin’ streets since a young nigga, I ain’t gotta try
[Verse]
I said you ain’t mine baby don’t even cry
I told Velly, I bought that fire if they cross that line
My partner not ready, I told them I’m ready to shine when y’all ready to shine
Put on that drip baby take your time
Suck my dick, baby don’t waste time
Imma be real, I don’t think I wanna gеt signed
Imma be so real, I don’t think I’ll еver get rid of this 9
Imma be so real, I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of this 9
We just gon’ smoke him like a drug deal
Showed him some bullets, nigga planned on dyin’
Went to catch on the A before the niggas took that time
Don’t asked who shoot my partner it ain’t mine
Don't ask what Baby EBG did
If you disrespect my fuckin’ brother, put that on the mob, nigga up that sig
I send shots, try me, no one know how I live
Baby you high right now, please brother, don’t give them no extra shit
I’m not from florida, but nigga, don’t try me like I’m regular jit
All my Woah got that drill, you try me, we all in this shit
I’m a Woah, fuck yo’ stamp
Nigga try me, fuck yo’ camp
Wan play with the gang, we light ‘em up just like a lamp
You lie ‘bout you stamp, then you gon’ get fan
I let the draco shine on ‘em, said the pussy nigga got a fuckin’ tan
Huh, nigga keep talking on the fuckin’ net, we caught them niggas fuckin’ ran
Huh, catch him and flip him nigga ain’t on nothin’
Hrll, nigga play both side we call him tran
Hm, put this on the mob, killed 5 niggas for a hundred gram
Hm, yea, he think he a vamp
Hm, yea, who the fuck got yo’ stamp
Hm, you ain’t gotta remember me, but just tell me
Why the fuck would I put my own fuckin’ career in jeopardy
And you tell me, you thuggin’ out for sure, but you can get a better me
I don’t know why, I guess I’m not feeling your energy
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!