[Verse 1] Basically, All the fake love get away from me Lately I been focused on the bag so don't play with me Just because I fucked a couple nights don't mean you stay with me It ain't like if I go get a sentence u gone wait for me Top down stand up on the pedal brody race with me Tell lil momma blow me like a blunt baby, face me I can see the smirk from the thoughts of just erasing it Nigga gone head do yo thang Ain't no hate in me Nigga say he got em for what? I got em less Brody said he taking em where? Why not invest? I was standing in the fire I ain't had no business Bitch ain't no going back n forth I ain't playing no tennis Steady serving out the rental with my mind onna million How can I get em out the streets Im tired of loosing my niggas Living with a broken heart I shoulda teased my bro Next day the bag landing and it still got sold I rather cut her off cuz niggas kill bout hoes I watched her living wit yo money and she still my hoe She wanna fuck I won't even hit her I said I told you I never need a bitch before you need a nigga Ride with me while I meet a nigga Its just a play just to show all the cheese that a nigga getting I missed the road man its been a minute When you gone niggas playing with the bag so Im never sending To really know me is to understand me To really know what I really been thru when Im still standing Niggas acting like they threw me when I didn't have it I was standing on the side watching niggas laughing
[Interlude] Look how these bitches treat you when you ain't got no motherfuckin money, fuck that look how these niggas treat you when you don't got no motherfuckin money nigga keep grinding fuck these niggas live for yourself you hear me ? Muhfuckers always playing crazy. Fuck it up and run it back up on niggas, shit ain't nothin to a real nigga, yeah
[Verse 2] I hear the snakes hissing Really not really cuz Im playing with that blender Its a hard life when u playin wit that pistol.. Pray for my goon.. Paranoid when we out fightin demons from the shit he blew It ain't no fit then a shit or 2 All I gotta do is make 1 call just to get it thru You wanna know? Well Im living proof All I know is no excuses anything else get excused Im pouring drank Im feeling screwed Having visions of me swimming in the money like my nigga Scrooge She call me broke, these bitches rude I can pay yo rent from March till December Bitch don't get confused Smoking to my name put a bag back on me Some of my niggas turn to killas they will Mad max on you I be chilling but dont make me put yo stash back on me Im on the gram flashing racks fuck a flashback homie I'm in the bar wit that bag back on me that 4 nickel In traffic wit that bag back on me I got a issue I swear I tried to quit but its sucking me in I done served everything but never fucked up a bean She on my dick so wassup with yo friend I want em both What would you really do for that paper I wanna know I can't count how many times niggas stabbed my back Its overlapping all the times niggas had my backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
