Mhhmm hmm Mhhhmmm Hmm hmmm
When I was down even the drugs ain’t lift me up yea
When I was down I wanted to give up I was done aye
No we don’t golf but we a leave a hole in 1 yea
Most of my niggas reckless they don’t give a fuck yea
I tap the pedal my shit jumping to buck
The glizzy right here it is not in the trunk
I understand you trying to come up
Take some of my mine, we gone go on a hunt yea
Like a motion sensor we gone light it up
When you walk out the front
Fonem got yo address he on anybody who hit the front
When I get too bored
Pull up To Dior just for fun
Know I got that bag like I’m walking from my class aye
Each of y’all can get some smoke
Like all of us put on a blunt
Think I got her hypnotized
And all I did was hit her once
But these bitches a surprise
All that shit Might be a front
She talking all that freaky shit
Hit from behind she tryna run
Marco make yo shoulder blades pop out yo front don’t try to run
Niggas bet not hate on me
Cause just like them I ain’t have much
Fonem off a ecstasy
But still a put you in a blunt
My anger get the best of me
We turn niggas to refugees
And we ducking deputy
We can't afford no felony
Strappin up on every bitch
I’m too busy for pregnancies
Want smoke just call my brother phone
He picking shit out a weaponry
And he thirsty to cook up
Like we jus got a new recipe
Aye bitch
I’m sorry this how it gotta be
Money over bitches everyday it’s MOB
Before I do my dirt I’m thinking like it’s him or Me
I might just go forgiato up my Cherokee
Before I tie her down I promise I a let her leave
Put him to sleep this Mac 10 Have you catching z’s
When I was down even the drugs ain’t lift me up yea
When I was down I wanted to give up I was done aye
No we don’t golf but we a leave a hole in 1 yea
Most of my niggas reckless they don’t give a fuck yea
I tap the pedal my shit jumping to buck
The glizzy right here it is not in the trunk
I understand you trying to come up
Take some of my mine, we gone go on a hunt yea
Like a motion sensor we gone light it up
When you walk out the front
Fonem got yo address he on anybody who hit the front
I’m climbing up
But can’t forget where I came from
If he on that hot shit
We gone give him what he came for
You might come from the struggle
But just know we not the same tho
You still talk to yo mama
I know you can’t feel my pain bro
New balenciagas
Fucked em right up on the stage tho
When they see u, case closed
The ceiling watch his brain go
Shells hit the floor
Like the sky just let the rain go
All this gold on me I’m the end of the rainbow
I don’t know your name
But we a make yo ass a John Doe
I came from 54th
Right now I’m looking at condo
All this cash on me
Like I stuck up a Wells Fargo
I told her I ain’t good for her
I guess she like her heart broke
When I was down even the drugs ain’t lift me up yea
When I was down I wanted to give up I was done aye
No we don’t golf but we a leave a hole in 1 yea
Most of my niggas reckless they don’t give a fuck yea
I tap the pedal my shit jumping to buck
The glizzy right here it is not in the trunk
I understand you trying to come up
Take some of my mine, we gone go on a hunt yea
Like a motion sensor we gone light it up
When you walk out the front
Fonem got yo address he on anybody who hit the front
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