[Chorus: Noodah05]
Yeah, room full of niggas, but I still feel alone (Still feel alone)
Somethin' goin' on (It is), check the numbers on my phone (I got 'em)
Check my wrist by certain fans (Oh, alright), I know my mama need somewhere to go (Oh, alright)
Phew, man, I ain't gon' lie, this shit here get cold (Facts)
The best runs made the best fathers (Yeah, us)
Comin' for the top, my title
Duck, I'll show my pain and cry
He took his shot at the bomb, ignite it
I sleep when I fuck on the pillow, don't fight her
This shit gettin' hot, gotta ride with the rifle
He got shot by that five, now he close to thе Bible
An ambulance come rеvive the rival
[Verse 1: Noodah05]
Y'all tell me that (Phew)
Demont died and I'm like, "Pussy nigga, fuck it, clothes, I want your hat" (Hat, bitch)
Gave my everything, I'm the biggest, I swear to God, I wasn't holdin' him back (I wasn't)
Shh, who told him that? (For real)
Smart enough, don't show my GAT, but you gon' feel it if we brought hats (Haha)
That's my bitch, she hold me down
Bae will never come and scoot me up in the pile and ride 'round
Hunt for niggas, I turn my sack extremely up, I'ma dine down (No cap)
I can't control these hoes, soon as I get that money, they all around me
Put that money on my brother book, that shit made me proud
Success, brain, bitches, I don't need from you (I don't need from you)
Yeah, die by my respect, I'll still bleed for it (I'll still bleed for it)
Beyblades with them things on them glizzys, call us Glee boys (Grrah)
You can keep the negative vibes, tell 'em, "Ain't no need for it"
Yeah, room full of niggas, but I still feel alone (Still feel alone)
Somethin' goin' on (It is), check the numbers on my phone (I got 'em)
Check my wrist by certain fans (Oh, alright), I know my mama need somewhere to go (Oh, alright)
Phew, man, I ain't gon' lie, this shit here get cold (Facts)
The best runs made the best fathers (Yeah, us)
Comin' for the top, my title
Duck, I'll show my pain and cry
He took his shot at the bomb, ignite it
I sleep when I fuck on the pillow, don't fight her
This shit gettin' hot, gotta ride with the rifle
He got shot by that five, now he close to thе Bible
An ambulance come rеvive the rival
[Verse 1: Noodah05]
Y'all tell me that (Phew)
Demont died and I'm like, "Pussy nigga, fuck it, clothes, I want your hat" (Hat, bitch)
Gave my everything, I'm the biggest, I swear to God, I wasn't holdin' him back (I wasn't)
Shh, who told him that? (For real)
Smart enough, don't show my GAT, but you gon' feel it if we brought hats (Haha)
That's my bitch, she hold me down
Bae will never come and scoot me up in the pile and ride 'round
Hunt for niggas, I turn my sack extremely up, I'ma dine down (No cap)
I can't control these hoes, soon as I get that money, they all around me
Put that money on my brother book, that shit made me proud
Success, brain, bitches, I don't need from you (I don't need from you)
Yeah, die by my respect, I'll still bleed for it (I'll still bleed for it)
Beyblades with them things on them glizzys, call us Glee boys (Grrah)
You can keep the negative vibes, tell 'em, "Ain't no need for it"
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