[Verse]
Everything I did, it ain't mean shit
I know that I'm mean bitch
But they just gave my bro eighteen for like three sticks
Get it how you live and shit, you know where I live babes
I just hit a stain and split thirty bags six ways
I get high in my cell and start thinking bout us
They wanna life off the guys for the sticks that we buss
I love my sis but there still ain't no bitch that I trust
So Ginger from Casino ain't no fiction to us
If I gave you the world, would you still let me live in it?
I wanna know everything about you, I'm inquisitive
Thinking "What Jordans shall I wear when you visiting?"
You're going back home, I'm going back to my prison wing
I'm billing it, thinking bout us in a mansion
Me and Scrapz doing stick-ups and ransoms
I was broke, I was flat on my face and they left me abandonеd
So fuck everyone, I can't stand 'еm
I'm cutting through the city with my stick on me
My hat and scarf French and these kicks made in Italy
This gun come from Russia and bro it ain't a thing to me
To shoot you right here in your face cah I don't think my G
She said I need to think more, sometimes I think that I think too much
I think we need Hennessy and two cups
I woulda said two sluts but you gon' try say I'm rude
Know I'm just playing but I ain't even playing you
Picture us, picturesque, scenery with flashing lights
You wanna come jail and be my valentines?
Muni need a real bitch, I ain't even have a type
Cah I can't lie, I'll probably need you a bag of times
I got you if you need me though
Middle of the field, Jorginho
I know you want me free but they won't free me though
Not for now anyways
Hundred bags, split that shit seven ways
I stayed OT for twenty-seven days
Everything I did, it ain't mean shit
I know that I'm mean bitch
But they just gave my bro eighteen for like three sticks
Get it how you live and shit, you know where I live babes
I just hit a stain and split thirty bags six ways
I get high in my cell and start thinking bout us
They wanna life off the guys for the sticks that we buss
I love my sis but there still ain't no bitch that I trust
So Ginger from Casino ain't no fiction to us
If I gave you the world, would you still let me live in it?
I wanna know everything about you, I'm inquisitive
Thinking "What Jordans shall I wear when you visiting?"
You're going back home, I'm going back to my prison wing
I'm billing it, thinking bout us in a mansion
Me and Scrapz doing stick-ups and ransoms
I was broke, I was flat on my face and they left me abandonеd
So fuck everyone, I can't stand 'еm
I'm cutting through the city with my stick on me
My hat and scarf French and these kicks made in Italy
This gun come from Russia and bro it ain't a thing to me
To shoot you right here in your face cah I don't think my G
She said I need to think more, sometimes I think that I think too much
I think we need Hennessy and two cups
I woulda said two sluts but you gon' try say I'm rude
Know I'm just playing but I ain't even playing you
Picture us, picturesque, scenery with flashing lights
You wanna come jail and be my valentines?
Muni need a real bitch, I ain't even have a type
Cah I can't lie, I'll probably need you a bag of times
I got you if you need me though
Middle of the field, Jorginho
I know you want me free but they won't free me though
Not for now anyways
Hundred bags, split that shit seven ways
I stayed OT for twenty-seven days
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