Lyrics

And im like whats the move shordy what you tryna do I been sinnin in the streets im out here tryna sell this food I cant tell you bout the deets the police tryna get a clue My crodie clutchin on the heat we tryna knock em out his shoes Mama knew id be the bad kid i was breakin all the rules I cant speak up on what happened see it turning on the news And you know i had to manage trappin while im skippin school You dont wanna know the truth I cant tell you what i do Watch your back cuz they be slimin They cant never say im lyin I cant even fuck yo bitch she couldnt get my dick excited I been getting dummy faded roll it up and then i light it Feds they tryna roll me over i cant never get indicted Swear to god im setting trends Trending topic im the hottest tryna stackup on these bands Man i cut it up and scale it up im turning shit to grams Why you loyal to a bitch she hit me up on instagram Uppin dat shit aint using hands If you aint even buying please dont hit me up Opposition bitches tryna line me i aint fuckin dumb All the work i got it done been plottin tryna get it gone Met your bitch up at this party told me that she love my songs Youngest in the city tryna do it you cant say im wrong Hardest in the cut gotta trust poppin out on god Popping out the cut man im feeling like the chosen one Pop another percy i was feeling like i needed some What you need Got it cheap I been servin fiends Pour a cup of lean got me sleep I cant even think Cause I know you you know my number swear to god ill get you anything Poppin out the bushes i aint playin give me everything
Writer(s): Roadrunna Ray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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