(Ayy, Sensei, chop that shit up)
Some people might just use you
Ayy
Hot, cut the fan on
Hot, cut the fan on
Some things, I won't get used to, some things'll never be what it was
Some people might just lose you, leave 'em lost 'cause I'm just happy that we won
Ain't into double backin', what I'm double backin' for?
Somethin' gone, ain't no relapsin', I done threw away my drugs
Rap, trap, collect these funds
Can't be lackin', I keep guns
Once they're pack, then I'll be gone
I'm adaptin' just because
I done threw away my love
No option, ain't got no choice
Some people say we just young
But I feel we stuck in the storm
If so, then baby, could you follow me out right now?
I'ma lead the way and keep you out of harm's way
Wanna hold you in my arms, bae
Even if we part ways, would you be like just a call away?
No more dark days, my money up, I ball like Hardaway
And I just went to the dealers, yeah, I know, I forgot to mention
Hotboii could go anywhere 'cause Hotboii got that glizzy
If I catch a sentence, would you go missing?
If so, keep your distance
If those are your intentions
Some things, I won't get used to, some things'll never be what it was
Some people might just lose you, leave 'em lost 'cause I'm just happy that we won
Ain't into double backin', what I'm double backin' for?
Somethin' gone, ain't no relapsin', I done threw away my drugs
Rap, trap, collect these funds
Can't be lackin', I keep guns
Once they're pack, then I'll be gone
I'm adaptin' just because
Hot, cut the fan on
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