Motherfuckers just take my kindness for weakness, you know, just
‘Cause of the love I have
Bitches’ love I have
And now, even my homies
I’ll cut a nigga off quick, though, say fuck off forever (Jordan produced it)
(Run it back, Playboi)
Forgive me for them pictures, I don’t even know niggas
Sittin’ with somethin’ strapped, huggin’ on somethin’ bad
Fuckin’ on somethin’ colder and still droppin’ the 5
Niggas flashin’ they last, meanwhile, I’m in my bag
12 see them, he’ll spazz, I’m just happy cuz home
Fuck it, let’s Cartier, I need him with me on the road
BM still be playin’ ’cause BM still a fan
‘Ventador five hundred bands, I wonder if it come in tan
Right now I’m with yeah, a fan favorite
Phil Collins in the ‘Rari, in the Lam’, I’m playin’ Baby
Cold bitch sayin’, “Take me,” the bros, most of ’em hate me
The bros, most of ’em—
Niggas let me down
All this for a chain, shit’ll never be the same, what happened to me and gang, gang?
Where them hoes at now?
I’m robbin’ dude when I see him, niggas cap, I don’t believe ’em, me either
Picture that, if I send a text, somebody gettin’ stretched
Picture that, I might send a text, get her pussy wet
Spin again, then again, fuck them niggas, we made it
I don’t let shit slide, quit talkin’ crazy
Well done from Capers, corned beef from Lou’s
Tenth grade, I’m thankfully in this bitch with the tool
Play with me, watch the news
A young man was killed tonight
For fuckin’ with another young man who wasn’t playin’
At all, with no nigga (Nigga)
Give me the bitch, psych, give me the switch
Please give me some top, I’m tired of havin’ hit
LT in the drop, I’m racin’ niggas for life
Stomach hurtin’ from leanin’, I’m only racing the pints
Stink white as the stripes, yeah, nigga, I see you
Nickel on me, I’m brandishin’, blowin’ it like it’s legal
Niggas let me down
All this for a chain, shit’ll never be the same, what happened to me and gang, gang?
Where them hoes at now?
We them niggas, you know it
Dior Timbs, it’s snowin’
I catch her, you know she goin’
Ain’t see me, you hear the motor
I’m high, but I’m stayin’ focused
Pockets loaded, it’s on me
Don’t stop at lights, know we blowin’
For half a dub, they on you
Buy half a ticket, I’m flexin’
A quarter milli’ from Texas
She in the way, she naked
They let me down, it was over
I put my pain in the soda
Took my talents to ‘Kota
Benzes, Trackys, and Rovers
I cried enough for my oldest
Montana, they pay a dollar
My BM givin’ me hell, I’m steady countin’ up commas
These bitches know what it is, I left enough in Erotic
I’m baggin’ it for a thrill, I put my hands in the powder
They laughin’, thought it was sweet, I pull up, these niggas sour
Man, look at they faces
Catchin’ bags, free the real niggas catchin’ cases
Name ringin’ bells, quiet in investigation
Double cup love, havin’ label conversations
Millionaires now, but we snatch it out the mud
See me turnin’ up, say she wanna keep the baby
Mops in the foreign, why the fuck you think it’s Navy?
Started every wave, why the fuck you think it’s Wavy?
Niggas let me down
All this for a chain, shit’ll never be the same, what happened to me and gang, gang?
Where them hoes at now?
I’m robbin’ dude when I see him, niggas cap, I don’t believe ’em, me either
Picture that
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