Adieu

Drippin' in Raf, That lil' bitch so mad Ain't go no time for being' sad, get up and go get you a bag Stackin' money, why they mad? They was tryna block my Visa, so I pulled up with all cash Yeah, I pulled up with all cash when I walked in We don't do no talking I'on listen 'less it's bout the profit Real hood baby, I'm feeling like Gotit I never leave the fuckin' crib Unless I got the tool and 30 bands inside of my pocket Why is they pocket watchin'? Shit make me wanna just shoot like I play for the Rockets You ain't even cut like that Man that shit gotta be fake with a bitch with a butt like that Kicked her out the fuckin' crib, head game weak I ain't even nut like that (Yeah) Weak as fuck Bad bitch hit my phone, and she just laughing she just weak as fuck I just hate spending days inside of my brain, that shit be bleak as fuck I don't even know what's real Watch out for my cup, don't spill Bussin' a bad bitch off the pill How in the fuck am I behind the wheel? Thinkin' bout murder, I'm about to kill Somebody else, or myself Why am I there for everybody else But when I needed them they was never there to help? (Ok, Ok) I told a bitch, go to hell! Might pop a Oxy, a Roxy, I'm out of my body my skin turning pale Dumpin' them shells Makin' plays, Make sales Bad bitch, want me pay for her nails They just been prayin' I fail Yeah, it's my time, I'm trying to prevail Hop in that bitch that, vroom 'Cause I got money she say that I'm, rude Got too many bitches I can't, choose I been plotting in my, trues I been gettin' money, don't get it confused I been eating these beans like food And I'm up in my head, I don't know what to do We wiping his nose, slime, like goo Boy you a clone, that shit not cool Nah, we not cool You steady stabbed me in my back, I don't know what to do Gettin' trapped up in my emotions, coming back to you Wait, holup fuck that I'm stronger than that I'm smokin' the strongest of packs And you would think it's Christmas how we body bag, and wrap him up I can't show no love to none these bitches, I can't dap them up Just like a fuckin' relay, they tryna run up ain't fast enough I get cash enough I been gettin' so much god damn money, she asking me if I get bags enough Too many god damn whips, insurance askin' me if I crashed enough Been tryna focus on the future, I know the past is fuckin' up And I'm knowing these bitches got hate in they heart, cause they down bad Bitch you a opp like Vlad Keep that .40 on my lap How ima trip on a bitch that I had? How ima trip on a bitch that I had How ima trip on a bitch that I had How ima trip on a bitch that I had How ima trip on a bitch that I had