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Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp' Pop a perc', left her, savage gone Now we on, she was different back when we was home Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone Ayy, walk on the court smellin' like gelato Bust down Rollie and I'm nevado Ice in my face 'cause I know it's my time Cut the bitch off, she got outta line New bitch ass soft as a cushion Hoochies call me like, "We gotta keep pushin'" They tryna get time in the feds Shit fucked up, will chop off my head (hey) Remember school days with Brody and Lex I done had a couple homies that Switched, I done see my pop break down a brick I just sent the hoe to break down a trick, ayy Now hand that's puttin' hand on the ground Mama trippin', thought it wasn't gon' work My dog turn his back on me, that shit hurt Fuck it, I ain't trippin', she could be worse Hop in the drop top, while I skrrt I been a real nigga since birth (ayy, yeah) Ayy, Travis stopped fuckin' with me 'cause of hoes Fuck it, it's a lifestyle that I chose, that's how it goes Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp' Pop a perc', left her, savage gone Now we on, she was different back when we was home Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp' Pop a perc', left her, savage gone Now we on, she was different back when we was home Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone That's how remote perform, uh I like to hold the chrome, yeah I feel like Macauley Culkin, uh I like it home alone, uh I'm from the hood where them niggas be trappin' on the block And they trappin' at home, uh First she had next, now break up, yeah Face down, ass up, legs up, yeah Face look pretty with no make up, yeah I look good, I stay up, yeah I count cash, no pay cut, yeah I cook crack, I bake up, yeah I took my service gone, uh I got a mobile phone, uh I'm trappin' home alone, uh Nigga, I got a chrome Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp' Pop a perc', left her, savage gone Now we on, she was different back when we was home Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone Woah, get the doh' That's all I know-w-w-w Yeah Gonna go hay regardless No love for these bitches, I'm heartless So get a bag, that's the goal-l-l-l-l Goal... Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp' Pop a perc', left her, savage gone Now we on, she was different back when we was home Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp' Pop a perc', left her, savage gone Now we on, she was different back when we was home Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone
Writer(s): Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Douglas John Ford, Michael G. Dean, Jess Reed Jackson, Kevin Ordonez, Sidney Royel Selby Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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