[Intro]
(Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)
(We don't need no lovin', boy don't be surprised)
(Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)
(We don't need no lovin', boy don't be surprised)
[ Verse 1]
Aye, aye, aye
Remember them nights at the trap, we was gettin' it in we ain't even have straps
You know me I was fresh off that (?) but they had left me out of paper so it was a rap
Out that cell, I went straight to the streets, I wasn't lookin' for love, I was lookin' for dab
Found a room nd' I made it a trap
We was sеllin' three ones to flip in the house
Ayе
See these niggas they know what i'm bout, so they speak on the social and not when im round
There some niggas I got to put down, im not talkin' to (?) im talkin' to (?)
Can't remember the last time I smiled, man this shit is wicked, they tryina get me
They prey that I fall so they can come get me, put this on the block, if I go they go with me
I remember I had that little 30. but then I said "fuck it" nd' got me a 50
Man Rosama gave me a ticket, he said "Go on nd' take it, get out of here with me"
Tryina tell him this street shit addictin', my poppa always hoppin' nd' nigga play fifty
Plus imma crip, screamin' RIP Nipsy, he play then he lay, he gon' get hit with sixty
Use to fuck on this bitch, her name Tiffiny, bitch she got cut my new bitch hit differently
Racks in my mouth, don't need ice when im sippin', my partner on powder I told him he trippin'
He uh hustler, I told him "I get it" but then he got cut, caught him tellin' my business
Imma street nigga straight out them trenches, put locks on the trap just to chase up these millions
(Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)
(We don't need no lovin', boy don't be surprised)
(Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)
(We don't need no lovin', boy don't be surprised)
[ Verse 1]
Aye, aye, aye
Remember them nights at the trap, we was gettin' it in we ain't even have straps
You know me I was fresh off that (?) but they had left me out of paper so it was a rap
Out that cell, I went straight to the streets, I wasn't lookin' for love, I was lookin' for dab
Found a room nd' I made it a trap
We was sеllin' three ones to flip in the house
Ayе
See these niggas they know what i'm bout, so they speak on the social and not when im round
There some niggas I got to put down, im not talkin' to (?) im talkin' to (?)
Can't remember the last time I smiled, man this shit is wicked, they tryina get me
They prey that I fall so they can come get me, put this on the block, if I go they go with me
I remember I had that little 30. but then I said "fuck it" nd' got me a 50
Man Rosama gave me a ticket, he said "Go on nd' take it, get out of here with me"
Tryina tell him this street shit addictin', my poppa always hoppin' nd' nigga play fifty
Plus imma crip, screamin' RIP Nipsy, he play then he lay, he gon' get hit with sixty
Use to fuck on this bitch, her name Tiffiny, bitch she got cut my new bitch hit differently
Racks in my mouth, don't need ice when im sippin', my partner on powder I told him he trippin'
He uh hustler, I told him "I get it" but then he got cut, caught him tellin' my business
Imma street nigga straight out them trenches, put locks on the trap just to chase up these millions
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