Lyrics
I'm not even passing my classes
Thinking of her while the hand passes
Got to look good so I fix up my glasses
Feeling my ish like I'm hiding my stashes
Like bitch
I'm not even passing my classes
Thinking of her while the hand passes
Got to look good so I fix up my glasses
Feeling my ish like I'm hiding my stashes
Like bitch
Nobody feeling my ish
I wanna make hits to be counting up bricks
The gold in my ashes while my music is it
They only care when your dead, thats it
All of my homies they run
I need new supplements, fill me in stuff
I keep on trashing and getting some bucks
Getting in shootings, I'm hearing for duck
We don't catch up no more
Dont even have to care about hoes
But the thotties still calling my phone
Calling my phone, yeah calling my phone
I'm feeling my flow
I feel like i'm floating
You dont even know
I'm on the next beat
I give it to my bro, give it to my bro
Yeah give it to my bro
Writer(s): Manuel Lopez
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