Lyrics:
broke and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls
And you don't hear your name when it's mail time
Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your
back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus with it
Step father name on my shoulder
Girl said she love me, then she go cheat
Years have gone by, we did not speak
Enemies arms, she went to go sleep
I got
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
fry
Stab you with a dirty knife
Tell me that you think about me every night
Ding ding ding dong
I need you to sing
Your tra la la la
Is now in
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
me, reverse it
Take a walk back, rehearse it, think it over, direct it
at someone else that will flip on you and stab you for respect kid
Your idol,
Z K, and I'm back on the track
Pushing through with the stress on my back
But it dont mean on the mic imma cap
Through the pop filter and I don't
better rob, or get robbed
'Cause when you in that place, you better stab, or get stabbed
Nothing is wrong, nothing is right
I see your death, with
meenie mini moe, nine, trey pound or forty fo'
Pick a strap, The Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name
without it
I gave you my heart for a stab in the back
I spent all my time on the table
Getting sawed in half
I'm better off than hanging by a thread
You're the only one I want, you're the only one I need
Stab me in the back and you're making my heart bleed
Now I'm crying on my knees, baby take me
for, that's the truth
Hlalisa four-four in a coupe
Even the north pole of a tjo-tjo I got more dough in the boot
Bitches be shinning and getting by
Shine
By Steve and Carol Ide
Let's not sit here, talk about it baby
It's got to start in your heart or else it'll pass on by
It's what pleases you when
watch out my niggas 'cause she know people envy
You 'round, they stab you in your back, that just how shit be gettin'
Like, "Why we both can't chase
like you're twelve
And you look like an Elf on the Shelf
Yea, You in love with yourself
You got an ego
You rapping like Quavo, no Migos
You look for your
Shit been getting too deep
Ain't no love in these streets
Put my heart on my sleeves
Stab my back now I bleed
Break one down and I breathe
I gat gas you
there will be anything left
Why would you stab me in the back?
And then leave me just like that
All by myself, I left this town
Every inch of my
I done had a lot of bad days with you by my side
I toss and turn when I’m in my
bed and I can’t sleep at night
Knowing that you just damn well
appreciate your great concern
some things never change
they just stay the same
you stab my back as I turn
come sit down my fried
let me fill you in
let me
Watch how they stab you in the back with the same damn knife
Going through a lot starting to wonder what's my life
Nothing holds me back like the pills
So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)
Everyday we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'
You can catch Mac in
be flattering
Flattening flat with my mac I am maccering
Stab ya in the back, call the cops report a stabbing
Then get your wallet
Then get your
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