Lyrics

I'm too turnt to be caring bout yo feelings Ion care about no drama all I care about is riches left lil buddy ina past, it just got me reminiscing Now he wanna come back, just cause he see me up I'm winning I helped niggas on they last but they ain't never gone admit it Ain't no switching over here Istg that it's forbidden Bro been hating ona low, just cuz the way that I been living He a goofy want attention we gone leave him out our mentions I'm just like a printer all this paper i been getting I be bored up ina house with alll this money get to spending I already won ain't no getting no redemption Ion really like u niggas, flash out n get to tripping If I make you mad, it's yo fault, not my intentions Bro shocked he real low on money riding on suspension Ion hold no grudges stay away, but you forgiving Ima really crash out but Ian talking no collision Beefing for the birds, I guess that nigga is a pigeon Ion be trusting Nb, had to widen out my vision I be stopping niggas red light, just like prohibition Ian got no enemy's but niggas claiming opposition He been tryna take my spot, u better stay in yo position I been in my own lane, tryna make it, this a mission Ian got no extra time a youngin tryna stay consistent Everybody hating, block em out, Ian gone listen I always hit my shot u da one who do the missing I like to joke a lot but bout my money I'm not kidding Bro just want my chips my ice swimming like some fishes I'm too turnt to be caring bout yo feelings Ion care about no drama all I care about is riches left lil buddy ina past, it just got me reminiscing Now he wanna come back, just cause he see me up I'm winning I helped niggas on they last but they ain't never gone admit it Ain't no switching over here Istg that it's forbidden Bro been hating ona low, just cuz the way that I been living I been on go for a minute nigga never know my limits Too turnt cannot be finished Fired up like I just lit it He soft, purr like a kitten Don't like me, I hear crickets No opps cuz they ain't wit it No opps cuz they ain't with it Niggas hate me, he a gremlin Telling me to stop daily but I know that Ian quitting You can't get up in my circle nigga what is u not getting Bro just like a duck, he been lazy why u sitting I been making pros, lord knows that I'm gifted I'm so stubborn when you talk, block u out, I won't listen He can't handle all this heat, lil bro mad he need assistance Don't support me, ima do the same, I won't forget it Going up, don't care about the fame, I want the chicken Niggas mad Ian put em in my song, they get to dissing I make money everyday but best believe I'm tryna flip it Ain't nothing stopping me, I'm going up, ain't no restrictions If u fake with no motion, stay away, keep yo distance If u ain't got pape, u a bum and Ian wit it
Writer(s): Norman Eddie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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