Lyrics:
have
We aim straight, we don't hit knee caps (bop)
I ain't ever been stabbed by a opp in my life
Let me recap, such lies, I can't believe that
Must
just in my head
And they're hauntin me down, with every word that I know that I said
All the reasons I know that I had
All the blood that I know that I
real life
Through the videos we don't realize
That the eyes shedding tears with the fear that appears
When you standing on the front lines
This isn't war
only want sex (Only want sex, nah)
Say nah baby, I really love that neck (That necky)
Rockstar Made nigga, just like Carti (I'm tripping, I'm tripping)
on em real plans wit that real bands
Pop out to the country got my ray bands
Pop out to the club I flex wit Gucci lens
I think I rather post up in
no need for cosigners
So get that money right
Double rubber band on the bundle
Just a couple flights
Stuff a duffle and hit the runway
I ain't nothin'
the tears that I shed
cll the blood that I bled
cll the lies that I've said
Now my ego is dead
Now the eagle can spread
It's wings and fly over head
It's
on my eyes when I write, I bleed
Real ass shit so do right by me
Got demons
Imma go and write my scheme
Keep dreaming
I just go entice my fiends
Supply
10th grade, I saved up, got a set of gold teeth
And I took em out but 7 years later I got 7 sets of gold teeth
Nigga I'm bout the bands, I do that
no ties
You say you real man that shit was a lie
You hitting plays but you ain’t getting by
He know how to skate but he ain’t tryna slide
He know how
nigga
We blood and we cripping but we on a mission
Got that guap on my head like surviving a hit
I was out in that field you was in the trenches
I be
faces like my bands
They look real sad, I'll make sure that they stay mad
Stay blowin' smoke, still they claim they ain't my fans
Stay shady no slim, I'm
that fxck nxgga,
In real life, actually dies,
She told me, he tried to kill her,
In the still of the night,
So on sight, we burst that nxgga,
With
guap, that's all that I know
Chill by myself, that's all that I know
Hop in the AMG it's not a coupe
Yeah
Imma get this money, I don't really care about-
be a drought
On real homies that make it out
See real homies they make it out
Utopia utopia
Yeah this my way up out
I'm doing up I'm coping bruh
put a man to stand
I got bitch blood to this bitch, nigga we pipe that
Turn that hype down, y'all niggas got poverty
Y'all niggas ain't naked till ten
Ray Bans
She like the rain dance, I make it rain bands
Fuck that, Flacko talk that shit
Ah
Made my pop proud and my mother smile
Locked towns,
Crows by the murder
Ensconced on Ponce you'll find
A grocery store with lore that's intertwined
It's got an evil frame of mind
With crooked murals, so
or the other are pretty slim, about 4% and shrinking. And if you find that 4%, chances are you just found yourself a blood diamond! Good for you supporting
gain.Got a lor shorty, but she only want the money but the bag aint funny only reason that she came.But I know the real from the fake,took time hit
Getting hella fried every other night
I'm the Man U that other guy
Big boss See the hunnids fly
Rubber bands running outta ties
Do the running man I be
exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
(Offset)
My whole cup polluted (drank)
Get in that pint and how you can
Long hair by it I'm using all the rubber bands
Nje get how I'm sacking bands
Come right with the grind
Snot right with the slimes
Tall take how I'm
the field foreal
Yeah I was for real foreal,
Then, I got reeled in, by the streets they kill in
I can win, I still can
Them niggas still banned
Fuck em
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