[Chorus] I been betrayed before, I done been played before Givin' 'em all the smoke, givin' 'em all I done been left in the rain, I ain't have nowhere to go I feel less of a man, I can't depend on a hoe They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound Don't care if it's war, we fuckin' on bitches, I'm holdin' 'em down If she a hustler fine and honest, I'm bringin' her 'round I told her I don't care what she do in the street Just don't make me look like a clown
[Verse 1] Big dawg status, my play money, whole M stacks in the PayPal Caught a opp' hangin' at a barbecue and fucked around and shot the whole playground East side nigga 'bout gunplay, say the wrong thing, we'll chase y'all Hit 'em broad-day with a AR, 12 still tryna get the case off One twenty-five with the backend, still on tour with a MAC-10 Count a couple Ms, I'm clappin', make sure the fans get a fraction Don't think I'm just rappin' and all these lyrics cappin' Talkin' out his neck, we right hook, left hook, stomped and slapped him VVs in my ear, I look like a star Plain Jane Richard, I coulda bought a car If she ain't givin' top, we gon' let her starve Your shooter wrote a statement, so now we call him Searge' Hit him with the AK, make him burn carbs I brought my Thunder to Los Angeles, Paul George Make a brick, do the woah with a Ford Got a thot pregnant, woah, hit abort Niggas know I'm geeked, high on the moon 21, made man by the pole Pussy boy, you're lukewarm, not cool Glock, Ruger, KelTec, rob who? Your baby momma went to Cali' She touchin' the city, we gettin' 'em gone We really tryna catch a body You just tryna catch a body in a song I let down my guard, I showed her my heart She couldn't believe it was chrome Them pants thirty-five hunnid Mediocre rappers can't put 'em on
[Chorus] I been betrayed before, I done been played before Givin' 'em all the smoke, givin' 'em all I done been left in the rain, I ain't have nowhere to go I feel less of a man, I can't depend on a hoe They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound Don't care if it's war, we fuckin' on bitches, I'm holdin' 'em down If she a hustler fine and honest, I'm bringin' her 'round I told her I don't care what she do in the street Just don't make me look like a clownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
