Lyrics

I think it's too late They been under pressure No interrogatin Can you hold please Trap phone goin up Think I got a call waiting My main thing Blowing up line & I gotta broad waitin That whole thing I think it's too late They been under pressure No interrogatin Can you hold please Trap phone goin up Think I gotta call waitin My main thing Blowin up my line & I gotta broad waitin That whole thing Gotta keep that balance Like I weighed a whole thing Fish scale When I'm this booth like I'm spazzin' You can't tell I whip this juice like its magic My fans just like clientele I serve that package Had a SS lil white bitch In the coupe money doin backflips Off the drank Always swervin but I stay inside my lane Never change on me See em switchin' Ima stay the same Champagne we gon pop one and drank it to the face No escape If we start it up we goin all the way widdit I think it's too late Hear em talkin reckless on the crew name My view changed Used to want revenge Now I want Dusse Let's drink to em Niggas losin they P's Look like Jenny Craig It's noted My niggas hit a lick So we can celebrate I'm coastin Still don't give a fuck what a lil bitch say It's over Tell them niggas pack it up and go We on a new wave We on a new wave The thought of new money make the mood change All that other shit be too lame Too lame Shit be too lame Too lame Other shit be too lame We on a new wave The thought of new money make the mood change All that other shit be too lame I been tied in wit the gang like a crochet Always stay surrounded by some niggas that know thangs Drugs probably be the only reason I'm so sane Cause I been off the yellow like I listen to Coldplay I ain't never sweatin Give a fuck what a hoe say You gon' take some losses out here playin them old games Ex-bitch turned a nigga back to his old ways Then a Plug call Turned a half a plate to a whole plate I'm back on & Now all the cash on Rotate In public we don't talk about the moves that bros make Niggas be pro hate Ima end shit wit a cold case In a all white Ford like I'm OJ Cause niggas always seem to tweet like they speakin up But if we bein real none of you niggas compete wit us I be hopin they take this new shit literal when I talk I really walked inside the spot wit the blicky tucked These nigga givin' up Been smashed bad hoes Then I gave em right back to the streets that they came from See me in the O an all these niggas gon' play dumb Niggas spending money on these hoes you should save some It's been too late I'm knockin off toupees You a side plate Nigga food like a soufflé You losin' dollars if you been chasin that loose change Catch a whole shot when you just ask how the soup taste It's been too late I'm knockin off toupees You a side plate Nigga food like a soufflé You losin' dollars if you been chasin that loose change Catch a whole shot When you just ask how the soup taste
Writer(s): Ian Woode Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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