Lyrics:
there’s no sequel
Im a nomad im a nomad I’m a nomad
I roll dolo
Im a nomad im a nomad I’m a nomad
I roll dolo
Im a nomad im a nomad I’m a nomad
I roll dolo
Than why she naked at my concert
Talkin shit on ya cellular phone
I’m boutta leave ya ass shook
Put a knife through ya abdomen
It’s Iraq in this bitch
Sacrifice my mood just so yours wouldn’t be tragic
There when all your so called friends was backstabbing
I was telling you the real, and you took that I’m
Written By King Cato
Produced By Itswhiteeyez (White Eyez Beats)
Hook
I touch it turns to Gold
With all of this ice I'm hella froze
Playing to win
So I be thinkin bout em just bout every other hour
Keep lookin at my phone hopin it Rings before the hour
I spend time with em even when I'm all
u lookin like u praying
Cali Kush, I’m smoking dank; You want a crank (Barz)
I throw my drank, you get your stain
I bust your crane, you see your
Girl: So where you at?
Boy: on the way
Girl: You said that 15mins ago
Boy: but i'm on the way
Girl: Well I can't wait til you get here
Boy: i'm bouta
I gotta floss weed in the air but i see the through the fog
Feel like the leaves in the fall
On dnd act like I’m not receiving her calls
I got
is so hard to say ok
He was my boyfriend, it was his car
He gave me to drive he gave me to try
I'm not experienced at it but have the licence
Keep my foot on they neck
Stop claiming the shit
That you living It’s cap
They just mad
The shit that I’m rapping
They know it be facts
Gang
Snag a few pieces here and there when I’m shopping
Celebrate everything that I do, yea I keep them bottles poppin
Korbel empty on the floor
All I know
And I’m rollin’ like it’s stolen
I’m the golden boy I’m told’n
What you holdin?
Imma take it
Imma take it
Imma take it
Out here fuckin’ wit
finished
We going up to the ceiling
Rock the show, I count the money
Time to go, I’m peeling
Boy that’s a hell of a feeling
She just want to fck a young
In this game of love, yeah, I thought we were a team
Now I'm drowning in the tears from a shattered dream
You said forever, but forever can't do
I'm up to something
yeah, woah
wooah let's go
I'm up to something
I'm up to something
Yeah Yung Jeets he up to something
Man Yung Jeets he up
at myself in fear
Surrounded by the ghosts
Staring back at me cause I'm a freak I don't belong
When I'm all alone
I think of casting up a spell
Stop the world
I'm falling
I'm still falling I can't see the end
And my mind
Another me eating my mind from inside
They all may think I'm just looking for
These niggas wondering what I been on, I tell 'em "I'm just doin me"
I'm tryna run up a hunnid sum racks, and then split all that shit with the team
you wouldn't even listen can't call this a home
Start peeping intentions and moving real different now they say I'm wrong
I guess everybody thuggin',
When we fuck you sound like a beautiful instrument, I hear you
Do you hear the cymbals?
Don't want no one near you
You stay on my temple and I'm
Rolling up loud I'm chilling
Rolling up loud I'm chilling yeah I'm rolling up loud I'm chilling
Rolling up loud I'm spinning
Rolling up loud I'm
On my way back to the crib, cause I left my weed at home
I forgot that shit because you know I'm always stoned
Drink in my glass and I'm bout
You left me when I needed you
I thought that you needed me too
I'm fallin' apart
I'm lost in the dark
I can't sleep without me next to you
When all I
Ayy, ayy
Put the act on the table, load up the Draco
Bullets gon' bust you wide like a tomato
They know I'm wildin' but I never play though
Opps dead
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