Lyrics

Getting head on the road Now I'm home in her guts Yea I'm a player at heart I don't how to crush Bro won't make it back home Chose to keep it on hush Yea Boy keep claiming he dope Must be smoking that stuff Damn I'm here sippin my tea Minding my own She for the team Why would you own Big bro taught me to scheme Not dying broke Its not in my blood Put that on my soul You know how many hoes I turned into a pack Yuie got custom clothes for me in the rack B*tch from the sand pakistan or iraq She get wet when rap She get wet when I trap They tryna throw me off track N*gga I already survived the guardrail Bro so street look at his he got tar heel And he keep him a 23 Plus a 23 Minus the one 45 45 45 Ops won't wake to see the sun Shorty claim to be one Good p*ssy always on my tongue Stash it in her when I make my runs Freak She prayed for the pipe Now I Got her speaking tongues She said No hickies on her neck When I did You know I had to shrug like I'm ye You know I had to shrug like I'm ye Getting head on the road Now I'm home in her guts Yea I'm a player at heart I don't how to crush Bro won't make it back home Chose to keep it on hush Yea Boy keep claiming he dope Must be smoking that stuff Damn I'm here sippin my tea Minding my own She for the team Why would own Big bro taught me to scheme Not dying broke Its not in my blood Put that on my soul
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