Lyrics:
Been filling a vault
I can tell you fake loyal by the way That you talk
I need a shawty down to ride but still Willing to walk
If you ever look back
mother fuckers talk so much
And I don't even know who the fuck you are so clearly
All you are is some jealous prick 'cause my music's better than your is
My wife a queen I'm surrounded by royalty
Look like soon I'm be famous them angels been on retainer
Understand I ain talk bout lawyer fees
Though I
Yeah this is no pressure
When they talk about a kid I'm a bitch getter
Yeah two steps at once I'm a big stepper
When you walking through my room keep
by Auston everybody thinking that im
It's exhausting I'm the don dudda God father come and get your one Dollar bitches love To talk they shit
But hoe
heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea
Sick of all ya jealous ways
I'm waiting at heavens gates
You offa the lemonade
Who call me a renegade
If not let me demonstrate
There's no way to stop
How y'all saying she was picky
I got two twin glickies
See my bank its icky icky
Okay like bad bitch she heaven sent
You broke you got 7 cents
God gave
And though the rap world is ever crowded
If heaven allows it
I'll keep writing for the seven thousand
I know you're out there, I still get the emails
the door
My heart fell to the floor
So tell me what to do
So I can get with you
Talk to me my lady friend
Girl your love is heaven sent
Say you'll be
Colder
This room is getting colder by the second
If hell is hot
Is it cold up in heaven
Maybe not
And maybe I’m just tripping
I like to talk about
a shawty
Whole Lotta Red, bitch
I'm feelin' like Carti
I got a Glock if you tryna get by me
You met Dakota, a whole 'nother side me
These niggas tryna be me,
nigga
If you get wasted, can't replace it
So I'm settin' the pace
If they don't let me in
Heaven, I'm hoppin' the gates, uh
Ain't been to church in
Yeah, I stand as evidence
That it's hard to escape the
Prism of my residence
Baby girl, she look heaven sent
But she a history nerd
And she like
got a little ski
Mask when I turned eleven
On my twelfth birthday, I got that AK-47
Now heaven is a mystery to me
But I'm so far gone
I keep that
to improvise
Not gonna lie, I been through some harder times
Rather pick hell over heaven, than calling nine-eleven
I had to teach these kids a lesson, don't
in
I'm straight outta hell with that fire
She straight outta heaven, divine
I just fell in love with a bi chick
In love with the fact that she like
True to your word
You let me catch my breath
Get some rest
And send me on
Just like a bird
Your fountain washes me
So I can sing another song
Beauty
So you know that we enroute
He talking out his mouth So tell me what you really bout
Man these bullets wanna talk So I let them scream and shout
Man
in my head. Some say I OD'd
off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma
died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas
hate, but I don't drive by, I walk
I sold my soul to the devil
The first time you kissed me
I mistook hell for heaven
The first time I let you touch me
Now I'm just a little toy in
the door
My heart fell to the floor
So tell me what to do
So I can get with you
Talk to me my lady friend
Girl your love is heaven sent
Say you'll be
views and family and life were askew
Number six had been twisted by the previous two
The last step, the seventh
Was the only thing left that kept him
I sold my soul to the devil
The first time you kissed me
I mistook hell for heaven
The first time I let you touch me
Now I'm just a little
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