Lyrics

Yeeh Aye its need no name Nahsayin Jayleno you krazy for this one Only thing I cannot do baby is give a fuck Sip so much drank when I'm done I keep my cup Tear the mall down aint got to shop for a month Dior print plain but that bitch hard as fuck Nigga came through lacking so we filled his ass up Treat a block like a scale baby ima make it jump We use to fight niggas one on one but now we jump Throwing money out to the bitches feel like trump My brother up in jail with a quarter million dollar bond How the fuck you made it nigga and yo ass come out the slums Nigga just came in the studio and I just bought a gun I was just broke yesterday how the fuck did I get up Gotta thank God everyday cause I be waking up I just poured a 4 again baby I aint had enough Niggas know that they gone die if they fucking play with us 400 a line in LA and I just poured a deuce Thats a 800 dollar cup (On the phone with Trollie) Its 12 four five free trollie g I keep a rocket I can't let no nigga body me Nigga get his wings cut for tryna talk fly to me I'm keeping this shit gangsta that's how it gotta be Run outta wockhardt baby I need more lean Ima break a hoe back off these rp's Another hunnid every time that the door swing I'm in the trap house baby I need dope fiends
Writer(s): Kelondric D Stewart, Kelondric Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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