Lyrics

(Made by cardingfraud) Tell you lately I been feeling myself Tryna come through ima kill myself (Yuh, aye) kill myself I just pulled up to the function with my gang Gas at rolled up with a blunt in the back Put the gas in the back, where the backwoods they where I stay at Woke up on my property, know I'll blow your ass back I just got a bad bitch, no I need a better one No i took like 20 guns, yeah I got a bigger one Ima be the better one, ain't no different outcome Roll up in a foreign whip, no keys outdone Need a bad bitch (need a model) Shawty wanna get back on that's my modеl I told that bitch shut up and ride on that shit harder No I keep a Smith & Wesson that shit bе my motto I ain't even worried about it that shit tomorrow Stacking all these chips my money 'bout to blow up I just got a rocket from nasa I'm 'bouta blow up I heard that they always hate before the glow up I been on something else I got a few bad bitches, it ain't good for my health I sippin purp strong it ain't good for my health Ain't nothing good for my health, I guess I'm going to hell Cuz I been up, in the whip, doing 60 in a 20 That's a big fat ticket if the cops can even get me I'm like what? Oh, they can't get me at all I got the ones in the house bouta bounce off the walls And then yo bitch coming over, she gon' give me a call I got these icy diamonds on my wrist, got it all Got a Burberry sweater, Burberry headband Roll up on me in the Gucci jacket, k you a dead man (Brr brr) Call the gang on you if you hatin' Just be careful what you sayin, we ain't fuckin' with no fake shit Put you in a situation (aye, aye) We ain't fuckin' with no fake shit (nahh)
Writer(s): Josh Ekstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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