Out of Love Calboy

I know some niggas that folded
Niggas ain’t right and they told me that
I keep a glizzy it’s loaded
Niggas want tweak and i blow it yeah
Stuck in the trap i found my purpose
I know that all these bitches worthless
Bitches they love me think i’m perfect
Hop in that foreign get to swerving
In the kitchen with the pots going crazy
Buss the swerve or its fuck you pay me
Shawty up the duece duece like KD
Know that pack in the mail like the baby
And we still got the crack like the 80s
And i show know love so the bitch won’t play me
Gotta grip my gun so these niggas can’t take it
Rolling of my drugs yeah a nigga get faded

Banded on the block i’m chosen
I was really in the field
Been a block watch a score like the roses
From the basement we ain’t have shit
We was living with the roaches
Young boss nigga
Bitch im self made
I ain’t need a bunch of coaches
Talk a street life we ain’t catch him down bad
We gon leave a nigga toasted
Pray to my god before i go to sleep
Feeling this pain so i wrote poetry
And now i got diamonds so she notice me
I can’t trust em they might fold on me