[Verse]
Tell me what you're searching for, I know that you been hurt before
Bitch I ain't your boyfriend cah shit I really work the porch
At this rate I'll probably still be trapping when I'm thirty-four
He ain't deserve a day, what the fuck they give him thirty for?
Dots under the bed, I kept the spinner by the staircase
Ask F, I don't give a F, I do it bare face
Work smarter not harder, I'm a turtle in a hare race
All them years in jail for a rare case
And another one, I couldn't catch a break
Yеah I should be on a date, with my shawty eating stеak
I'm at the servery with my plate
Can't complain about my ting cah my folks all got a plate
Pass that weed and that Rizla and we straight
Yeah I'm swinging round my shank, fuck fists
Take the stairs, fuck the lift
How the fuck you wanna eat and you don't wanna take the risk?
All she wanted was a fix, all I wanted was a stick
I worked that strip for twenty days and all I did was look for kids
I mean shawty worked the line and she a ordinary bitch
I met Duku when he broke, fuck with me you getting rich
I tell my young boys, T stars
We on the M-way with two sticks so we had to convoy in three cars
I went jail for eight years, grabbing sticks, check the resume
I know cunch boys with three phones getting ten a day
Pulled up with notes and my flicky, left with hella flake
Told her that I loved her but she left me though anyways
My new ting TNT, all them three-on-threes
No T's, we used to fly 'em outta B&B's, me and B
Feds boomed the door and put my freedom on pause
And they like "Muni where you been?", I'm on the threes and the fours
And we the last of a dying breed and bro there ain't many
Can't complain bout it every day, I got it all in twenties
I'm cutting through the city with a mash in the car
I told folks "Let's get close, bro don't slap him from far"
G Powder on my trackie, I still wore it the next day
You don't see me with don, we link up just to press play
I stain and I trap and I stretch yay
Who got him? I dunno, it's a conspiracy, I guess that's the best way
I know rappers that cap and I know trappers that slap
And I can fly you out the country but you know there's a catch
And it's death row so once you sign up, bitch you're trapped
And don't say "Free the guys" if you ain't buying 'em packs
Tell me what you're searching for, I know that you been hurt before
Bitch I ain't your boyfriend cah shit I really work the porch
At this rate I'll probably still be trapping when I'm thirty-four
He ain't deserve a day, what the fuck they give him thirty for?
Dots under the bed, I kept the spinner by the staircase
Ask F, I don't give a F, I do it bare face
Work smarter not harder, I'm a turtle in a hare race
All them years in jail for a rare case
And another one, I couldn't catch a break
Yеah I should be on a date, with my shawty eating stеak
I'm at the servery with my plate
Can't complain about my ting cah my folks all got a plate
Pass that weed and that Rizla and we straight
Yeah I'm swinging round my shank, fuck fists
Take the stairs, fuck the lift
How the fuck you wanna eat and you don't wanna take the risk?
All she wanted was a fix, all I wanted was a stick
I worked that strip for twenty days and all I did was look for kids
I mean shawty worked the line and she a ordinary bitch
I met Duku when he broke, fuck with me you getting rich
I tell my young boys, T stars
We on the M-way with two sticks so we had to convoy in three cars
I went jail for eight years, grabbing sticks, check the resume
I know cunch boys with three phones getting ten a day
Pulled up with notes and my flicky, left with hella flake
Told her that I loved her but she left me though anyways
My new ting TNT, all them three-on-threes
No T's, we used to fly 'em outta B&B's, me and B
Feds boomed the door and put my freedom on pause
And they like "Muni where you been?", I'm on the threes and the fours
And we the last of a dying breed and bro there ain't many
Can't complain bout it every day, I got it all in twenties
I'm cutting through the city with a mash in the car
I told folks "Let's get close, bro don't slap him from far"
G Powder on my trackie, I still wore it the next day
You don't see me with don, we link up just to press play
I stain and I trap and I stretch yay
Who got him? I dunno, it's a conspiracy, I guess that's the best way
I know rappers that cap and I know trappers that slap
And I can fly you out the country but you know there's a catch
And it's death row so once you sign up, bitch you're trapped
And don't say "Free the guys" if you ain't buying 'em packs
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