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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ametriyus Thomas
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Man i'm so sick of my niggas dying man i'm fed up
Just talked to Dot he said I gotta keep my head up
I'm sorry momma but i'm not good under pressure
Might hit my bitch up on the phone yeah I miss her
Got them K'a out you know they got drums
Tryna find meech you know I aint gone run
Had to tell Danielle yeah girl you the one
Sippin' on opp yak yeah i'm ridin' round' wit von
Say you don't understand me like i'm speakin' in tongues
Girl I tried to dial yo tone you aint pick up it just rung
You just shoulda hit my line you coulda told me you was done
Now I just go straight to the booth and put that gas up in my lungs
Now we ridin' round with them tops down
Fuck around and slide on the opps now ouu ouu
I know I gotta pray to god now
Gotta find a way to ease my mind now ouu ouu
Said i'm clinchin' on a 30
Might pop another perky
Takin' drugs because you hurt me
Girl I don't wanna keep it lowkey
Got the city on my back just like a jersey
Know my niggas gone attack you from the curtains
I be runnin' for the racks you know i'm thirsty
MMGM on the back you know you gone see
Man i'm so sick of my niggas dying man i'm fed up
Just talked to Dot he said I gotta keep my head up
I'm sorry momma but i'm not good under pressure
Might hit my bitch up on the phone yeah I miss her
Got them K'a out you know they got drums
Tryna find meech you know I aint gone run
Had to tell Danielle yeah girl you the one
Sippin' on opp yak yeah i'm ridin' round' wit von
Say you don't understand me like i'm speakin' in tongues
Girl I tried to dial yo tone you aint pick up it just rung
You just shoulda hit my line you coulda told me you was done
Now I just go straight to the booth and put that gas up in my lungs
Say you don't understand me like i'm speakin' in tongues
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Mmm mmm uh uhh
Writer(s): Ametriyus Thomas
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