Lyrics

Is you gone stay down for me the whole time or this just for the moment? Chilling in the whip I got my blick I'm clutching while I'm smoking Watch who you be with because once they switch, it's gone be the person closest Niggas gone be sick I up the stick and hit his ass with Covid Thats the 19 I got a gun and went to jail when I was 19 They took my 23 when I get out I had a 19 You got a head that never run his mouth you got the right fein, he on the right team The car guts ice cream, pouring up sprite please 19x with the switchy on it it got the light beam Call the doc I wanna sip on purple I don't like green Im in saks grabbing whatever cost the most cause I'm a hypebeast. Chop kick em Spike Lee sleep his ass nice dreams Brush my shit in and out her mouth like oral hygiene This 23 keep jumping out my hand It got Mike genes I'm just doing shit that other niggas can't so they don't like me But I say fuck him tho She let me fuck the first night that's why I fuck with hoes Bitch Yeah you cute and all but we just fucking tho I can rap and autotune I got a couple flows. Wait, matter of fact I even know rapper I'm a artist nigga You should've got with me while I was free because now I'm charging Niggas 5K My price is my price don't try to bargain with me. He tried to shoot the Drac from the hip and it Sparta kicked him Before this rap shit, I played with guns I hit my targets nigga I'm the type to hit you in your shit I ain't gonna argue with you I'ma look out for you in the end because I started with you You keep lying about the shit you did Let's see how far they get you That ain't gonna get your shit Stop hating on that other nigga that ain't gonna get you rich Bitch stop trying to throw that pussy that aint gone get you tricked Keep riding other niggas waves huh, nigga like that's gone get you rich Like I was fifth ward i dropped a six My heart cold im from the mit I just did his little rap shit in a year so you can't tell me shit I've been sold a fucking dream, my whole life so you can't tell me shit The niggas you hang around gone be the reason you a failure quick
Writer(s): Efrem Blackwell, Edrice Poole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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