Lyrics

I can't goto sleep less I'm off the xan RIP to trust 97 man How the fuck you know me When my momma don't Get you cutty open like a cantaloupe 2 peas in a pod just me and my 9 I need money lots can't fit parking lots No I cannot stop til I see you drop My brothers is gone I ain't scared to die Jheez bitch I pull-up finesse and cut Uh Bitch we them yungins from the block Jheez bitch I put 5 grams in a ooo Bitch Smoking backwoods by the cart Run the money split the Profit with my mans Bitch its 2019 the fuck We don't use no hands Ball for Moe these shoes Right here cost me 2 bands Yg load the gat and do his fucking dance
Writer(s): Paul Blanco Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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