[Intro]
Don't know why
Don't know why
Yeah, it's always I do
Shawty, I knew
On foenem
6lement
Hey
[Chorus]
Roll one for all the times we had to shoot up (Roll up)
And I can't come around without my shooter (Shooter)
And I ain't really into spreading rumors, no
But in the end, it always come down to who does more (Does more)
It's always I do (I do)
Ayy, can't keep no secrets from me, I knew (I knew)
Ayy, people switchin' on me, don't know why
If I had to give up on you, know I tried
[Verse 1]
I come from the streets, them trenches raised me
I've been tryna get it, watеr whippin' on the daily
And now my life a movie, this shit crazy (Shit crazy)
And I'm still so quick to gеt him if he play me (For real)
Or if he played you, I swear, he get the same thing
Thought you was my dawg, how you betray me? (Betray me)
Met a bitch, she say, "Here go my number, call me, maybe?" (Call me, maybe)
I fucked with her, later down the road, she did the same thing
Oh, what a shame, she text me, "I love you," bitch, how true is that?
True in the past, these days, I don't know you, I'm like, "Who is that?"
Put racks in the bag, these days I ain't trippin', it ain't 'bout the checks
I'm still by my lonely, still fight demons with these Percocets (I)
Don't know why
Don't know why
Yeah, it's always I do
Shawty, I knew
On foenem
6lement
Hey
[Chorus]
Roll one for all the times we had to shoot up (Roll up)
And I can't come around without my shooter (Shooter)
And I ain't really into spreading rumors, no
But in the end, it always come down to who does more (Does more)
It's always I do (I do)
Ayy, can't keep no secrets from me, I knew (I knew)
Ayy, people switchin' on me, don't know why
If I had to give up on you, know I tried
[Verse 1]
I come from the streets, them trenches raised me
I've been tryna get it, watеr whippin' on the daily
And now my life a movie, this shit crazy (Shit crazy)
And I'm still so quick to gеt him if he play me (For real)
Or if he played you, I swear, he get the same thing
Thought you was my dawg, how you betray me? (Betray me)
Met a bitch, she say, "Here go my number, call me, maybe?" (Call me, maybe)
I fucked with her, later down the road, she did the same thing
Oh, what a shame, she text me, "I love you," bitch, how true is that?
True in the past, these days, I don't know you, I'm like, "Who is that?"
Put racks in the bag, these days I ain't trippin', it ain't 'bout the checks
I'm still by my lonely, still fight demons with these Percocets (I)
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