Lyrics

Back then they ain't love me Now I'm hot they be on me Blowing gas in a two seat with a dark chick with some blonde hair Hate a god but I don't fear they'll be at your door but its no mail Set em up with a hoe now They gon catch em slipping at a hotel Talkin crazy you a troll but I can even the score Yeah yeah Know you heard about the bros you don't wanna get zoe'd Yeah yeah Certified nigga that's facts Niggas wanna see me backtrack Running towards were the racks at And before I die I need an asset Large house with some dogs in it Backyard got a backyard grab the whole fam put em all in it ima do the dash windows all tinted Niggas talkin bout they whips but I know they all rented keep it authentic I been lookin for the pot of gold they'll be no sittin ima go get it Stay down till you glow Niggas envy on the low I ain't worried bout another man nigga I ain't waiting on a soul Fry a man for a couple grand told my hitta put em on the stove Couple racks in a rubber band with a pocket rocket in my other hand Play around they'll be up'ing them you don't wanna be a pack Dogs they be barking at kitty cats These niggas talk like they into that Pockets low I was sick of that Four legs but we gon share I had to get me my own pair Had to get it by my lonely Back then they ain't love me Now I'm hot they be on me Blowing gas in a two seat with a dark chick with some blonde hair Hate a god but I don't fear they'll be at your door but its no mail Set em up with a hoe now They gon catch em slipping at a hotel Talkin crazy you a troll but I can even the score Yeah yeah Know you heard about the bros you don't wanna get zoe'd Yeah yeah Certified nigga that's facts Niggas wanna see me backtrack Running towards were the racks at And before I die I need an asset Yeah yeah Uhh Yeah Yeah yeah Uhh Yeah
Writer(s): Jason Lumas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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