Letra
(Damjonboi)
Last of a dying breed, ain't no many of us left
**** disrespect the set, put some hollows in his chest
She do everything you ask, that's the one you should've kept
We ain't doin' no more rappin', catch him out, he gettin' pressed
Out dolo by myself, got 'bout thirty on my neck
Got 'bout thirty in this clip, got a Curry in my shit
Told my OG that I'm good 'cause she be worryin' and shit
A Hellcat, hoggin' lanes, and I'm swervin' in this bitch (Skrrt)
**** cappin' in they raps like it's hard to tell the truth
Put a bitch in his DM, we gon' lace that boy boots
Styrofoam filled with drank, Backwood stuffed with fruit
Tell 'em free my **** 80's, bitch, who the fuck is you?
Yeah
They asked me where the fuck I've been? I was boolin'
Don't put your trust in these dirty hoes, they be choosin' (Bitch)
Turned your back on your old people, it's confusin' (What the fuck?)
Them **** talkin' like they winnin', but they losin'
They asked me where the fuck I've been? I was boolin'
Don't put your trust in these dirty hoes, they be choosin' (Bitch)
Turned your back on your old people, it's confusin' (Goddamn)
Them **** talkin' like they winnin', but they losin'
My bitch thick as fuck, told boo we gon' be rich as fuck
He was talkin' crazy on the 'Gram, now he in a blunt
If it's 'bout the pape', count me in, I don't give a fuck
What these **** sayin' 'cause they lame and they broke as fuck
Yesterday, I was in the Benz, now I'm in a truck
With a lil' freaky redbone 'bout to suck me up
Drop a whole tape in one week, then a **** cut
Got them people thinkin' that you steppin', it was really us
I done seen **** fall off for a fuckin' slut
Count me up a ten at 10, I'm just wakin' up
Somethin' 'bout this money, when I get it, it give me a rush
Pullin' out the lot in somethin' new, used to catch the bus
They asked me where the fuck I've been? I was boolin'
Don't put your trust in these dirty hoes, they be choosin' (Bitch)
Turned your back on your old people, it's confusin' (What the fuck?)
Them **** talkin' like they winnin', but they losin'
They asked me where the fuck I've been? I was boolin'
Don't put your trust in these dirty hoes, they be choosin' (Bitch)
Turned your back on your old people, it's confusin' (Goddamn)
Them **** talkin' like they winnin', but they losin'
Written by: Johnathan R Burt
