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Say, um (ah) Say, oh (ah) Say, um (ah) Say, oh (ah) Huh, oh woah oh oh (ah) Oh woah oh oh Oh woah oh oh (ah) Say, um (ah) Say, oh (ah) Ain't got no friends with me They burned they bridge with me Turned to enemies Burnin' all my energy (HeartBeatz on the track) They askin' me what got into me You ain't no friend to me You ain't no kin to me Fuck I don't no runnin' through money on money I'm thumbin' through hundreds, I'm runnin' I could fuck on your honey, I don't want it She go give me that pussy, she cummin' In the trap tryna run up my numbers No fast food, servin' them onions In the field, my niggas be gunnin' They be talkin' that shit, but they runnin' (The Heroes) Before I even let you cross me again, I'd rather go be by my lonely I know some niggas'll pull up and dump it But I tell 'em to dump it, them niggas gon' dump it Niggas, they act like they want it Niggas don't want it, I swear that my niggas be on it I ain't forgot shit, bitch, you still on my list When we up them sticks, we gon' put the bitch under Dreadhead, rasta, 23, where my shotta? Oh, oh, oh, where my shotta? Dreadhead, rasta, 23, where my shotta? Oh, oh, oh, where my shotta? We had a lot of shit to do What the fuck got into you? You know what we been through You know what we been through Everybody been hatin' on you I had a place for you I seen greatness in you You somethin' I hate to lose If closed mouths won't eat, closed eyes won't see How I was starvin' every night, I had to find a way to eat I been chasin' after money, demons chasin' after me Why you tryna lie to me and tryna play me like I'm green? I'm just tryna win it all and count it all with my team Real shooters get close, we don't really need a beam Pussy nigga in my business, middleman in between Plenty bands in my pocket, Glock stuffed by my skinny jeans I'm on it Tell me what it is and I'm on it Sippin' lean early in the morning Got a bad lil' bitch, she horny Too high, might wreck the foreign But fuck it, might buy me a new one today Or buy me a chopper, a new one to spray If he step in my way, he losin' his face I told 'em I was slangin' iron, thought I was lyin', no These niggas pussy and be lyin', they like my side hoes And I can count a million dollars with my eyes closed And I can shoot you in your shit with a blindfold, bang With my eyes closed I can count a million dollars with my eyes closed I can shoot you in your shit with a blindfold These niggas pussy as a bitch, they like my side hoes (ah) You know I ain't on that bitch (ah) Side hoes (ah) They want my, um, why not (ah) I put for it up They like my, oh woah, oh (ah) (Ah)
Writer(s): Javorius Scott, Otis Hinton, Karionne Payton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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