[Chorus]
I had everything planned out, I thought love was all I need
If it ever end up goin' left, just blame it all on me
I got Dracos in my house, I be shootin' out where I sleep
On the block, we strapped up like the women
Every shot, we gon' hit, ain't no warning
In the Maybach with Baby explorin'
It got to the point where I hop in the whip, I'm like, "Fuck it, don't care where I'm goin'"
It got to the point where I couldn't pick the pistol, the thirty, the forty, or drum
Fuck it, I'm grabbin' a gun
Spin your block, boy, you know what you've done
Shots out the glizzy, it fuck up your lungs
[Verse 1]
Uh, half of these niggas be hoes, act like they hard on the media, know they ain't street
These niggas playin' with they nose, must be some goofies they think 'bout fuckin' with me
Had Mitchie go fuck on they hoes, I be with rich niggas, but I'm still in the street
Brodie just gave me a pole
When I shoot, watch the back of it fold
[Chorus]
I had everything planned out, I thought love was all I need
If it ever end up goin' left, just blame it all on me
I got Dracos in my house, I be shootin' out where I sleep
On the block, we strapped up like the women
Every shot, we gon' hit, ain't no warning
In the Maybach with Baby explorin'
It got to the point where I hop in the whip, I'm like, "Fuck it, don't care where I'm goin'"
It got to the point where I couldn't pick the pistol, the thirty, the forty, or drum
Fuck it, I'm grabbin' a gun
Spin your block, boy, you know what you've done
Shots out the glizzy, it fuck up your lungs
I had everything planned out, I thought love was all I need
If it ever end up goin' left, just blame it all on me
I got Dracos in my house, I be shootin' out where I sleep
On the block, we strapped up like the women
Every shot, we gon' hit, ain't no warning
In the Maybach with Baby explorin'
It got to the point where I hop in the whip, I'm like, "Fuck it, don't care where I'm goin'"
It got to the point where I couldn't pick the pistol, the thirty, the forty, or drum
Fuck it, I'm grabbin' a gun
Spin your block, boy, you know what you've done
Shots out the glizzy, it fuck up your lungs
[Verse 1]
Uh, half of these niggas be hoes, act like they hard on the media, know they ain't street
These niggas playin' with they nose, must be some goofies they think 'bout fuckin' with me
Had Mitchie go fuck on they hoes, I be with rich niggas, but I'm still in the street
Brodie just gave me a pole
When I shoot, watch the back of it fold
[Chorus]
I had everything planned out, I thought love was all I need
If it ever end up goin' left, just blame it all on me
I got Dracos in my house, I be shootin' out where I sleep
On the block, we strapped up like the women
Every shot, we gon' hit, ain't no warning
In the Maybach with Baby explorin'
It got to the point where I hop in the whip, I'm like, "Fuck it, don't care where I'm goin'"
It got to the point where I couldn't pick the pistol, the thirty, the forty, or drum
Fuck it, I'm grabbin' a gun
Spin your block, boy, you know what you've done
Shots out the glizzy, it fuck up your lungs
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