Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, damn, uh (Can't hear that coming, got time for this) Uh, yeah Me and yo' bitch was in my condo, getting high all day Just hit my Chi phone, you know my shit on all day She say she gonna stay down, forever and always Look we build a cloud, they gotta go away I just want all this pain to go away You can't sit up on your ass, go find a way These niggas, dick riders, they done found another way I pray it smooth, play it cool just like a way Nigga if you broke, then find another way Put on that ski mask, it's time to get paid But still that nigga went, like he just got saved Happy while looking back, running this house like it was a rave Pardon these pills and pillows, cutting the odd man he's a surgeon Comes in there, shoot a nigga, I burnt the boy Fuck the smell, police, whoever, bitch casually they ask what decoy Chopping up the brick, bitch I'm a decoy May say B boy, 'cos I got a lot of bricks boy Stacking money up like cheese boy African diamonds like chips ahoy My wrist cost money, my wrist is coy I don't know the real you, I was disappointed Bitch say that she pregnant I need appointment My nigga ain't shit, ya'll do the payment Kill a fool, come home be the star, rejoice Sell drugs, shoot guns, my choice My choice Somebody talkin' that's not my poison The devil keeps talking (At first I was screwing 'em bad bitches, welcome to it) A lot of niggas wasn't talking to me A lot of niggas wasn't fucking with me Now they acting like they stuck with me (It's crazy how niggas change when they see hundreds and fifties) The world's spinning but I never get dizzy To stay out of trouble bitch I gotta stay busy I can't pay these niggas clothes, 'cos these nigga pay 50/50 And I don't really trust most, I know these niggas out to get me But fuck nigga come and get me, you better kill me, you better hit me I'm hanging out with that weirdo that sold all your ass like bricks You need to fight me like pitbulls, say he be spitting But nigga ain't spit me These Chi town boys must be running essential Came in the club with my infantry now niggas paying just to feature me Bitches screaming, trying to reach for me This morning rocked at me, I'm deep into sneakers you see Before zen was a that pocket you see Before the S is double Z, trainer shoes them double c My bitch dress, that's double c You see that boutique? There goes a king, they see the outcome now they want a piece Come here baby girl, I just want a piece Can't believe these niggas be the next they wannabes I only wanna be, controlling room B103 What if I prop up your shoes on a hundred feet? I'm one of a hundred shoes, that's a hundred HD's Niggas say they wanna shoot me, niggas ain't get at me All this cool in my house, next thing niggas start shooting at me Man they start shooting at me That shit don't sit right with me (No, no, that don't sit right with me, they wanna fight me) (Y'all niggas ain't shooting me, y'all niggas ain't doing me)
Writer(s): Quintin Amey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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