Lyrics

Ayy, Colcci, that's wavy They wanna see me down and out, but I'm on a paper route She want me to stay inside the house, but the trap needs me now Talk on my name for clout, I'll guarantee you'll see clouds Them days we were stuck in a drought, now well never go without They wanna see me down and out, but I'm on a paper route She want me to stay inside the house, but the trap needs me now Talk on my name for clout, I'll guarantee you'll see clouds Them days we were stuck in a drought, now well never go without My girl thinks I'm out here cheating The fiends need me to keep eating I couldn't care less about sleeping Three a.m. and this still beeping I crack it open, it's reeking Quick tester and they can't stop speaking Sports Mode Plus and I can't stop speeding I remember them days when council was needed While the opps tryna get even We pop bottles in the evening Designer print when we're sleepin She ride like a Stallion, no Megan I got the Tommy and I shoot like Egan Them bad girls right there, they're decent When a girl sees me I know shes geezin' I got two fangs you see them freezin' I got two thangs they ready for a threesome They don't wanna see me at war, they don't wanna see me at all They want me cuffed by the law, I still got trust in the Lord And I'm still up in the store, I still pop smoke at Dior And I'm still up in the store, I still pop smoke at Dior They wanna see me down and out, but I'm on a paper route She want me to stay inside the house, but the trap needs me now Talk on my name for clout, I'll guarantee you'll see clouds Them days we were stuck in a drought, now well never go without See, I couldn't care less if they like Me, I do one show and it sets me up nicely You can't buy our trust That's pricey, so we don't leave any mess to tidy My canines look real icy, my Merc' is looking real shiny Just got a blue tick But that don't mean shit, I was cert in my Air Max 90's Try me, they already know where to find me Mum still praying for me nightly How many rivers did she have to cry me? I made six figures, no signing Now these labels wanna try sign me I got opps that wanna find me But I got real drillers beside me (Brrt, pop, pop, pop) They don't wanna see me at war, they don't wanna see me at all They want me cuffed by the law, I still got trust in the lord And I'm still up in the store, I still pop smoke at Dior And I'm still up in the store, I still pop smoke at Dior They wanna see me down and out, but I'm on a paper route She want me to stay inside the house, but the trap needs me now Talk on my name for clout, I'll guarantee you'll see clouds Them days we were stuck in a drought, now well never go without They wanna see me down and out, but I'm on a paper route She want me to stay inside the house, but the trap needs me now Talk on my name for clout, I'll guarantee you'll see clouds Them days we were stuck in a drought, now well never go without Haha Tell 'em I'm doin' eetswa Six to the seven Yeah Yeah, gang
Writer(s): Simeona Silapa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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