Lyrics

What? Lightin' up the blunt while I'm thinking of you Walking down the block I ain't whippin' the coup Take another drag while I look at the moon Young GPS I come equipped with the route I don't have to wonder cause I see the truth I don't need love you can hear the proof Break another bag while I feel the ruins Start to look my way but I ain't in the mood My closet's nothing but Harley I ride hard without fallin' Good wrench on this deadboy I rev the wheels now they foggy Sponsors floodin' my inbox There's one thing that they don't know I stuff thick money in my thin socks And not yet to sign for no dough You don't wanna die with a guy like me I know that you Got another plan Now, you got another dream So why can't you? Breathe in Exhale Sesh Fuck you and your team Fuck you and your dreams You look like the rest and you sounding like me Gotta co-sign now you think you a beast Fuck that and fuck this I put That up on me Act like you hard but in person you sweet Yet to meet you but I heard from the streets You couldn't breathe if you stepped up to me Look in my eyes and I'll show you the creep Blade on my dick ain't a fuckin' thing changed These baby boys rappin', I feel like Ving Rhames Bitch keep it down you got nothing to say Watch how you walk and don't walk in my way
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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