Lyrics:
Guapanese
Yeah, I'm balling hard like my name Kareem
I'm really going ham, I need bread, need cheese
28 rims up on my coupe
28 rims up on my coupe
28 rims up
P's, I'm pushing P, and I pull up with the P's
Money green, lost some peas, veggies in the Cali
Triple Z's, when I squeeze, he be catching Z's
Catch
her insurance
But the bitch telling me that I Make Enough
I'm standing here with my
Pay stubs
Like no I don't bitch take a look
My girl getting stressed
Hold up
I be the cleanest, the flyest
I be the one to refuel the fire
I'm who they call up when somebody die
I done made too many mommas go cry
But I
got me double texting
You got me texting
Like, I'm tryna hit your line like that
You got me double texting
I'm tryna hit your line like that
Just hit my
Nine eight, free the thugs Suck a K, I think another, opp dead now
Put your ski on, told brother, hop out, head down
Fresh off ah skit, I'm
feel like Rodman
Bitch she a freak gone touch on my Johnson
I'm leeno harden I'm high as a rocket
I get green bitch I'm a goblin
I'm too yurnt I had
Fuck ass niggas
I wanna die cant you see
I wanted her with me but she gone
I'm all alone
I checked my phone
Dry as hell
Went outside
Hot
a real one
She fell for me it's reality
Riding how ever I'm traveling
9milli beside me and the passenger
17 caps for you cavities
Coasting like a loner
Are they talking to me
Easy to be a supporter when I'm on your screen
Got tunnel vision only seeing what I'm suppose to see
I mostly get on stages
eyes close
But I can't explain
Why it had to go this way
And my heart burns
And my head aches
My lips dry
And my hands shake
And my eyes close
But I'm
the safe
Fuck it
It's L.O.L what I'm stepping
Bad bitches coming second
Young nigga done
Started a wave
Fuck up her life I'm a menace
All I want to do is
gon' sell I'ma crack a bitch real hard, no real
You think I'm cap? No, I am for real I'm makin' good sense, yeah, I'm a good deal
I got a hot head just
[Verse 1]
I'm walking down the hall and I'm waiting to see your face
c real impregnable feeling I'm chilling, for-real its great
cnd I wish, we could
I'm in L.A. with a bad bitch She from out of state, I don't wanna play
I just told her just to give me face, go out my way, gotta go, catch another
Cupid[00:40.13]Bitches drippin' panties like voss, to my voice[00:42.47]I do that shit, it's my choice, I'm always makin' the noise[00:45.31]I'm always makin' a point,
No phone Kaby Beem
Both tail lights off
Olive green jaguar
On the speed race track
Whatchu know about that
She scratch on my back
While I'm countin
Alone on the road
Feel like i am faded
But i still gotta show
Slowly losing patience
Scrolling reels on my phone
All this time I've wasted
Oh i'm
Marble physique like a statue
Dye up my hair I'm a Super Sayan
Step in the -
Step in the place, I'm the owner
She sit on my dick, got a boner
Mocking
Definitions of success mines is worry less
Get that weight up off my chest been a yearly test
Everyday I'm playing chess, they gon king the best
Turn
I was tossing
I was turning
Nightmares in my Brain
Thinking bout
That one time
That I missed the breaks
Crash and burn
Damn
I'm goin insane
Mentally
This is a strange place
I am trapped and I don't feel safe
If I can I'll try to escape
But I doubt I'm okay
I'm starting to lose it
You choose it
It's 4 am and you're not here
I'm dancing with strangers
But all I want is to dance with you
I've sent you a message
Won't you get back to me
Get Back Gang
Sit Back Gang
Take Yo Bitch Can't Get Yo Bitch Back Gang
Rollie on me diamonds, dancin'
Tell them hoes I'm not romantic
Lately, ain't
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