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Yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh I've been runnin up a check Slidin gang members hopping out with tecs Uh, I've been runnin up a check Sildin' gang members hopping out with tecs Niggas can't afford this price on my neck Glock 19 when i'm sildin through the jets I lost my lil brother to these streets So it ain't a question why I gotta keep the heat A lot of niggas mad, I spent a dub in a week I be seeing death, when I close my eyes to sleep And next I'ma bust down a watch Niggas always hidin when we slidin on the Opps Asking hella questions I'ma take you for a cop Think it's fun and games till a nigga get shot Niggas going broke tryna stunt I been in a different time zone for a month Lotta niggas hate me cause they know that i'm the one I just hope I Iive long enough to have a son Brand new 40 Smith & Wesson Tryna stop smoking, but nigga I been stressin Gone off the drugs, shit in life I still question Like why my nigga gone, Why I gotta keep a weapon? Oh I need answers I need less stressin and I need more dancers I need more family around and less randoms I need more times when you ride it at random I need one time when you ride it on camera I need less talkin, more action, lights, camera You said you lonely, I slide down like Santa I just might taste, If you blowing like candles I get you wet, Let it drip to your ankle I put my tongue everywhere I could taste you And I got so deep from the side I got angles And I always keep you tied up like we tangled That's why I hate fussin and fightin We ridin round with chops, Ain't no tusslin and fightin That's why I hate fussin and fightin We ridin round with chops, Ain't no tusslin and fightin Throw it, Throw it back, Watch you ride it Diamonds on diamonds, I still ain't decided Don't share with public, What we do in private I see them hunneds, and I get excited And i'm really in the north No Porsche ridin with the semi in the north Put on for the whole damn city, That's of course And I know nobody fuckin with me on the course Aye, all these nigga wanna be me Sayin that's it funk and they gon see me, When they see me Chains on my neck get popped just for reachin Niggas talkin crazy, Slide down meet the demon Bitch i'm a dog, I'ma vet cause im seasoned Niggas gettin stretched for respect, That's the reason Niggas acting like they want beef, But they vegan I just want the hunneds, All the racks you can keep it She wanna fuck me all the time, She be fiendin Glock on my hip, slide down get to squeezin Niggas really starvin, But be talking like they eatin What you made in a year, I done made in a weekend
Writer(s): Juwon Lee, Koast Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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