Lyrics

Last time I trust a bitch, she got off on me Juggin with my brothers, I don't need no fuckin' sauce Buddies, playing roles, to bust pints, I then coughed on em I think I'm Bishop Don Juan I'm pimpin', bitches, just to walk for me Bro swinging, stick with a button on it like a Wii remote Niggas say they did the shit I did, but he ain't seen it though My hoodie still smellin' like his bitch cause the cleaner closed Found my favorite strain, told the grower send 23 of those The Weight up on my shoulders, just feel like the world, but I walk lite Four lines of Trish, 880, for a tall, sprite Dunkin' on these niggas, since a Jit, I'm like Like Mike Learned from my unc dont touch the dog, that bitch might bite I ain't Walmart, I be snappin' on my clientele Hatin' ass nigga, talking down, cause he goin' stale Want me out the way, cause I don't play, I'm like Raja Bell Head first, came out with a medal, I'm like Michael Phelps Sauce leaked, then it's goin' down, just like 9-11 Trunk full of iPads, and macbooks to the highest Bidder Momma raised a legend, all these losses, she ain't raise a quitter Niggas switch teams for shit at all, he like Dame Lillard Real member The day, I get some traction, I'ma bring my niggas Got right, doin' a lot of wrong, pray God forgive us Niggas bitches actin' like the hoes, call him Caitlyn Jenner Shot a old Russian chopper, broke the wood, almost got a splinter My young Bulls love me, I put em in position, No DIDDY And I get em up there
Writer(s): Sean Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out