Lyrics:
provided by homie sweet
I hope he make it selling clothes
Cause these niggaz never want what's best for you until the casket close
But it's never too late
you may just catch one if you talkin' shit
All my niggas really with that teacher chalkboard chalkin' shit
Like a switch or somthin' we turn him off
ships to shoes
But it weighed too much and it looked too
Good to spend
So round about sixteen hundred and ninety
Somebody started usin' foldin' money
never had no bitch, nigga
Bring that motherfucker back, nigga
Huh? Fuck
I said bring it back, nigga
You hear me
Fuck
I'm talkin' bout too much about
to this day I got too much pride to regret it
An I made so many mistakes
While im sipping this liquid
I know that she'll never forget it
No I dont think
bae
Ima reach for my phone, but my phone ain't ringin'
She wants my chain, this $1K blingin'; 1K on the neck, 5K for the fit
No taste last year, now I'm
Thirty gang
Thirty gang
Thirty gang
Thirty I don't do no talkin or cappin
I live what I say when I'm rappin
And if you think it's a lie just try
I'll pull
my zone
Nigga I’m on my way
I don’t talk ona phone
20K on my V no
This ain’t a loan
Man mind your business
While I count my cheese
Don’t ask where
Where'd u go?
Where'd u go?
Where'd u go?
Cause you're missing
M-I-S-S-I-N-G
And girl I'm Tryna kiss Ya
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
And girl you know I miss Ya,
Where'd u go?
Where'd u go?
Where'd u go?
Cause you're missing
M-I-S-S-I-N-G
And girl I'm Tryna kiss Ya
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
And girl you know I miss Ya,
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'
Don't gotta say no homo, homo (it's 2019)
It wouldn't bother me oh no, oh no (who we talkin bout)
We don't gotta clarify no more, no more (don't
Spent 5k, on a fit, ion care bout
Walkin on beats, made a left, took a different route
Glock 2 3 on my hip come and get this clout
6 Digit numbers,
damn world invaded
3K hit the phone, I ain't save it
I be sittin' in the 'yo when they hatin'
I'ma pop up on you in the latest
She was talkin' that
And I show my face in a case so you know it's me
Imitation isn't flattery, it's just annoyin' me
And I'm too about it
And the dirt that they threw
Gunna I stay with a "Mistress"
Too many hoes in my crib like its Christmas
I'll say it again I don't make no misses!
That nigga talkin to much
Man he
stupid
Sapped up by cupid
Turned me to an animal so now imma just lose it
See drugs i abuse em
Turn it to a coo song
Snarling like a K9
While my nose
how to live this life, i'm really they god damn coaches
Man, these internet niggas, they ain't on shit, man these niggas bogus
I been doin' too much
know I spend it up, uh, yeah
I got way too much, I don't need to go under
Two point game, uh, five on K, that's inside my bag , three point game, uh,
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
Ayy Storm muhfuckas out here trippin'
Yank some of these bitches
By they collar baby
Of my comrades (Comrades)
Yeah! For all you mothafuckas who
Be
I find it funny how niggas start talking money
I'm living lovely, apartment far from the bunjee
I remember us living not too far from the junkees
Uh, I'm cruisin' by ya
Took Banks for granted, got you too used to fire
New provider, cross paths, I'll prolly dropped a few screws beside ya
New
be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my partner's Somalian
K'naan and my buzz is too big like Comala
Ballin', Folarin so goddamn hard
Fat
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