This shit make me feel like...
Like I'm back in 20... 2012 or something
I got out my feelings, but I might fill it up
Like, where my stripper bitches in the city?
I'm here for the night, and I'm booted, I might spill my cup
Just did a show in the city like I ain't kill that, huh
The flight change, niggas went and got business, bruh
Fuck around and OD in some millions, huh
You can't smoke my blunt, can't fuck my bitch
Can't tote my cup, can't blast my stick
That's all
Instead of playing open (Huh, woo)
We ain't passin' to these niggas 'cause these niggas ain't open
My flex, white tee, white jeans, white coat (Go)
Left foot, right foot, just step, let's go
Let's go, outside smoke
Military weapons, bitch, we movin' like the po' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And I don't give a fuck, he could book my shows
Set the city on fire, am I really that cold?
Who them young niggas rockin' all Ed Hardy? (Huh)
Letter 5 t-shirts, got it (Lil bitch, lil bitch)
Do them niggas way too snotty
I been Michael Jordan, lil' bitch, I ain't Scotty (Huh, huh)
Or Pippen or Brady, I don't need assistance
This shit I be doing too hard and expensive
And oh yeah, lil' bitch, I ain't losin' my bitch
If you wanna stare, you can take you a pic
Bitch, I may ride in the clutch and then motherfuckin' blitz it
You wanna find where you lay, we the United Nations, just take you a pick
Lil' bitch, on my grandmother's kids, I'm on my way
I'm so tired of complaining
I'm on fire, don't lie to me
'Cause you treat me like nobody
The truth hurts, don't lie to me
I'm so tired of complaining
I'm on fire, don't lie to me
'Cause you treat me like nobody
The truth hurts, don't lie to me
4AM, almost 4AM, I'm faded
And so far, it ain't too bad
But it's all bad, you away from me
4AM, almost 4AM, I'm faded
And so far, it ain't too bad
But it's all bad, I'm on my way
I'm so tired of complaining
I'm on fire, don't lie to me
'Cause you treat me like nobody
The truth hurts, don't lie to me
I'm so tired of complaining
I'm on fire, don't lie to me
'Cause you treat me like nobody
The truth hurts, don't lie to me
Can't smoke my blunt
Can't fuck my bitch
Can't tote my cup
Can't blast my stick
Nope
Can't tote my cup
Can't blast my stick
That's all
Woo
Can't tote that iron for me
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