Lyrics

Yeah I really wanna know Is she really tryna fuck but she ain't tryna go They ask me how my moneys up it's cus I'm on the low And when they ask me questions I just tell em I don't know I've be rolling, rolling, rolling Bill another zoot Cus I think I need to focus I mix my opps with my food den I fucking smoke it Winning what I do put this shit it motion Ok darlin' slow it down Put ur waste on me and then we can figure this out It's early in the morning is it best to get this now Yeah sugar I'm the king and this is how I wear my crown It's early in the morning I wake up and fucking sundown She just wanna fuck with the set cah she know we up now And they really hating but won't do shit when we touch down I been losing my mind it's the drugs that I need to cut down Yeah money what we chasing We ball out yeah we fucking up dem pay checks Yeah yeah money what we chasing We ball out yeah we fucking up dem pay checks When I roll up on the manor kill em Tell it's me by my mannerisms Got my cup with a badders sippin Got me going on a madder mission Got the drums going badda bing and You can see I'm suited and booted for war Brutally boot in your door Hoofing your bruce to the floor Removing your tooth from your jaw Zari slumped off the lean but we gotta go Pull up the party where the muhfuckin molly bro Holla bro Tell him pattern up or we gonna roll One to roll Let the flavours seep in my fucking soul Russian roulette put the magnum to my fucking skull That bitch keep on topping like pepperoni on dominos Match attacks way a man come shiny Take her to my laberinth get frisky like Tainy Try me You could never match mane styly Fuck her on counter get ledgered dark knight g Pipe be All in her insides g Nicely That ain't my wifey Fuck her like my wifey Tell that gal come back it back it Bad b in the rave on packet, packet Man slap it, slap it, don't panic, panic Bad b wanna fuck half spanish, spanish yeah It's early in the morning I wake up and fucking sundown She just wanna fuck with the set cah she know we up now And they really hating but won't do shit when we touch down I been losing my mind it's the drugs that I need to cut down Yeah money what we chasing We ball out yeah we fucking up dem pay checks Yeah money what we chasing We ball out yeah we fucking up dem pay checks I'm might hit ya for a feature If ya decent As of recent, you been less shit We might need a medic Pull up to my exes give that bitch a left hook Uh, no domestic So majestic Following like im rowing Never slowing Always going Always growing Never knowing What's abouta come next uh Oh look a text, from your girl uh Ur perplexed uh Imma about to finesse What was written in the pretext Yeah it's me next Imma bad lad Not a sad lad This shit like one plus one That's an add add That's mad Modern warfare Know the the price I cop it never stopping but I'm ghostin Shepard to the sheep, but fuck em, never love em I'm runnin, cold cutting Sandman, dreams coming Stand back, keep stuntin Don't lack, want something So I'll scream from my throat like Fuck em You see me never cuffin Quick swearve switch junctions Sip syrup still workin on my turf Go astro Flipping for the cannabis A bitch could never handle this A gap between sad n shit Step up cus we manage this It's mad tho
Writer(s): Charlie Andreou, Callum Henshaw, Joshua Pearman, Isaac-murray Harrison, Tye White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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