Now you wanna call
Even though
What you doing? How you doing? Where you going?
Call me
Won't you call me?
(Yung Lan on the track)
(Oh my god, Alec)
Chillin' in the D-dub somewhere, we just stay low 'cause they say we us
That nigga died, still fuck it, they should free us
Grappin' my pistol like they won't shoot us when they see us
Pull up and push 'em like pyoom
It won't be the other half of it
Like doin' math of it
If they start swingin', I'ma swing and make a crash of it
Then take it off, go get some more like that's the last, I'm gettin' more and they don't know that we got blickies holdin' mags
And that fire hold fifty
Let me touch on those titties
Thinkin' I should pass by, but I need you to go with me
Paper, no Backwood like I need you to stroll with me
Think what you want, eventually, you gotta know with me
That I never trust you
Uh, oh, oh, that I never trust you
Uh, oh, oh, that I never trust you
Like, fuck the bus you came in on, my shit on
He gettin' everything, I ever die, put my kid on
I'm chillin' with Latinos in the PJ, bitch, I been on
Get on, he don't wanna get out, he get sent home
Mind you, it's not your time to, I should've fined you
Tried to, they never minded you, I should've lined you
Sayin' that it wasn't hard, but it wasn't easy
Tried to tell you what you had, but you really need me
Show up, leave out, get paid, she wonder why
Leave out, you don't see me, another guy
Tell me I ain't shit, but it's 'cause I ain't older
Don't pass it to me, shoot it first
And that fire hold fifty
Let me touch on those titties
Thinkin' I should pass by, but I need you to go with me
Paper, no Backwood like I need you to stroll with me
Think what you want, eventually, you gotta know with me
That I never trust you
Uh, oh, oh, that I never trust you
Uh, oh, oh, that I never trust you
Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Oh, ayy, ayy, oh
Hold fifty
Let me touch on those titties
Thinkin' I should pass by, I need you to go with me
Paper, no Backwood, I need you to stroll with me
Think what you want, eventually, you gotta know with me
That I never trust you
Uh, oh, oh, that I never trust you
Uh, oh, oh, that I never trust you
Need you to go with me
Paper, no Backwood, like I need you to stroll with me
Think what you want, eventually, you gotta know with me
That I never
That's so hard
You know, nigga, I don't trust nothing
You don't move nothing
You give that nigga, a person, when you give a person the time to trust a nigga with your trust, I mean, that's, that's, that's fucked up
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