Hang around them killas
We don't do the same thing
I turned off my feelings
I'm just tryna maintain
Tina on my arm and my wrist go bling
Lost my soul to this shit
We don't do the same thing
Lil bitch on my dick
Tried to suck my dick off
Hit the gear and shift
Then I cut the bitch off
I don't got no heart
Baby girl
That's what these drugs do
Told you from the start
I'm a fuck you but can't love you
I just play a part
But you act like you ain't know that
Leave you in the dark
But you act like you don't own that
Hate it when you trippin
Always asking where my phone at
Bitch it's not your business
Why you asking where my hoes at
I gave her the work
And she'd bring it right back
Left me torn apart
How she do me like that
Kept the work in my pants
Now I'm flexing with the bands out
Came up off a gram
I ain't ever need a hand out
Hang around them killas
We don't do the same thing
I turned off my feelings
I'm just tryna maintain
Tina on my arm and my wrist go bling
Lost my soul to this shit
We don't do the same thing
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