Lyrics

Numb to the pain don't feel shit Only coming at you with the real shit Feeling like a legend like Will Smith And that pussy good bet I will hit Had to go and take a hiatus Trying to live now die later Got a bad bitch in the bed bout to spread them legs got a bitch dilated Run up, get your shit capped like a bottle My girl looking like a model Pop another if she wanna Think I really gotta chill though Really do it for the thrill though Never had it like that but I'm bout to get a house up in the hills though Talk shit its on sight Slap a hater I might I ain't really got time Only beats and rhymes Till the day that I die Keep it buzzing like flies Say you love me don't lie Wanna slice of that pie Never know if you don't try No more nights where I cry, only nights where I grind And I'm getting cheese boy no nachos On the coast eating gazpacho Those loose lips, gotta watch those Gotta bad one I don't want hoes Comeback comeback yeah Run that run that yeah Flum back Flum back yeah Run that run that yeah Tryna get rich, I'm tryna ball We going up, ain't gonna fall Tryna get rich, I'm tryna ball I'm tryna I'm tryna I'm tryna I'm tryna ball yeah yeah yeah Tryna get rich, I'm tryna ball We going up, ain't gonna fall Tryna get rich, I'm tryna ball I'm tryna I'm tryna I'm tryna I'm tryna ball yeah yeah yeah Can't stop, won't stop Ain't a limit can't reach the top All these bitches want to tell me something but I can't hear them cause I'm into something But I'ma keep on going Go like the river I'm flowing Try to stay away from negativity that the Internet keep showing But I can't stop that Let a troll talk shit don't pop back You ain't bout that life just stop that Make your hoe think twice give the thot back Yeah let that shit just sink Fuck is in this drink Shit just make me think Time go by like blink So I'm bout to run it run it up I'm a feign for the green let's sum it up And the lows so cold when you coming up Can't really feel shit when ur numb enough Just listen aye There ain't really much to me If you hate me then sue me Free clothes like all the time yeah I used to shop at Zumiez Talk foul it goes through me Probably gone off shroomies Trying to get a mansion in the hills and live it up with my roomies Comeback yeah Run that yeah Flum back yeah Comeback yeah Tryna get rich, I'm tryna ball We going up, ain't gonna fall Tryna get rich, I'm tryna ball I'm tryna I'm tryna I'm tryna I'm tryna ball yeah yeah yeah Tryna get rich, I'm tryna ball We going up, ain't gonna fall Tryna get rich, I'm tryna ball I'm tryna I'm tryna I'm tryna I'm tryna ball yeah yeah yeah
Writer(s): Kevin Flum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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