Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barry Carmichael III
Songwriter
Lyrics
You lost your shit when I said I don't trust you
But, how you get that pissed when I say I don't trust you?
Went from claiming that you had me
To claiming you'll go fuck another
Feed your ass to the streets and that's on my brother
Put a nigga in a head lock, not coming under
Money all different colors like muhfuckin peacock
And I still got the same brothers living in Gamecock
Hear his ass talking crazy
We run in his damn spot
Had to cut that bitch off
Cause she running her damn mouth
And you still a lil bitch
But you wanna be grown now
I don't rap like these niggas, I started up my own sound
Who the fuck is Luhbarry
He preaching, he know some
And I'll put you on game
But just know that that shit costs
And they call me a snub
I don't speak, I don't know yall
Had show 'em the culture, they ain't wanna take off
Told 'em that we going up
They let go, now they assed out
Don't come back when you see that it's greener on this side
I talk prayers to Jehovah, but this ain't song cry
I live life like a country boy, come out the damn south
Fuck the birds and the bee's stick my dick in her damn mouth
And I paved them the way so we gotta go far now
I told mama we straight, let her know I'm her golden child
I lost you in ways
I could no cope but I'm back now
I got racks in my jeans, still wear sweats like I'm workin' out
Two extendo's straight to the face, but your ass passing out
And these bitches and niggas some jokes, I don't crack a smile
My lenses by Louis, so I can see clearer now
Oh ooh
Oh ooh
Oh ooh
Oh ooh
You lost your shit when I said I don't trust you
But, how you get that pissed when I say I don't trust you?
Went from claiming that you had me
To claiming you'll go fuck another
Feed your ass to the streets and that's on my brother
Put a nigga in a head lock, not coming under
Money all different colors like muhfuckin peacock
And I still got the same brothers living in Gamecock
Writer(s): Barry Carmichael
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