Lyrics

Feels like it's different everyday What else can I say? I'ma let it spray VVS Boy, you broke, how do you live with that? I know niggas lyin' on they chinny-chin chin, no fitted cap No, I'm never worried 'bout them racks I spend, I get it back We gon' send some shots right at the opps, but can't go tit for tat Yeah, I grab the chopper out the case and now they runnin' off I be smokin' blunts right to the face, I might just blow a pound I got lots of things that benefit them, now they come around Had a lot of friends that did some shit, now I don't know 'em now You gotta know, yeah, you gotta know I'm the one that put a tag on your toe Glock in my hand, yeah, I'm ready to blow Switchin' my hoes like I'm switchin' my clothes Said that that girl was a liar, she was the Devil I hit it right on the nose I gotta get a lil' higher, I need the drugs I'm finna take me a dose Now that I got me some money, they actin' funny Baby, tell me if you love me Don't even know me, she think I'm a dummy We wipe his nose, yeah, we leavin' it runny Tryna run up, leave 'em wrapped like a mummy Put in the work, baby, I was not lackin' Stab me in the back, yeah, I'm countin' them checks She ain't wanna fuck, so I'm fuckin' her buddy Pull up in a drop-top, hangin' out the roof Smokin' the pack, I smoke in the booth You should've knew that I came with the truth I got some hoes, I fuck 'em in twos 'Member they told me I always would lose Now I'm the one that they all wanna use You pull out the gun and I bet that it move He violate, we send him to the moon Switch it up with the criss-cross (Yeah, yeah) Pockets on fat, yeah, my pockets on Rick Ross You a fan, boy, get lost (Woah, woah) You was up thirty points fourth quarter and you still lost Dumb hoes got me pissed off (Yeah, yeah) I be high off the drugs, baby girl, I might lift off Had to cut that bitch off If you try and pay for love, then you gon' get ripped off Boy, you broke, how do you live with that? I know niggas lyin' on they chinny-chin chin, no fitted cap No, I'm never worried 'bout them racks I spend, I get it back We gon' send some shots right at the opps, but can't go tit for tat Yeah, I grab the chopper out the case and now they runnin' off I be smokin' blunts right to the face, I might just blow a pound I got lots of things that benefit them, now they come around Had a lot of friends that did some shit, now I don't know 'em now Ayy, ayy, it's one of them days (Let's go) Fuck these niggas, I'm tryna get paid Me and this man should have a little FaceTime Shawty got me up in space, hold up I cannot feel my face (Bah-bah) Can you feel this fuckin' bass? (Let's go) I be posted in the A Don't never be around them lames Shawty wanna be GoStar (Yeah) Shawty wanna be in love with a rockstar (Yeah) They wanna see a nigga fall off (No) Wanna see a nigga in the same shoes as them We know the rules, we ain't new to this (Yeah) We know the game, you ain't foolin' shit (Shit) And don't ever think that you're foolin' me Because I can see that you niggas full of shit Look at my lift off (B-yoom) Shooter on go, he'll take a nigga shit off (Shit) Ice cold, like a blizzard (Yeah) Crop a nigga out, he ain't really get the picture (No) My niggas slime, no lizard (Yeah) I've been gettin' hella buckets, I've been shootin' like Lillard Nigga never had a handout (Yeah) Now you might catch a nigga and he whippin' hella bands out (Yeah) Know a nigga had to stand out (Yeah) Grip fast in the wheel 'fore your ho' get crashed out (Yeah) And I'm livin' hella fast now (Yeah) I knew I was gonna make it, I knew I was gonna spazz out (Yeah) Niggas wanna act out (Yeah) They don't wanna see young Faygo when he black out Boy, you broke, how do you live with that? I know niggas lyin' on they chinny-chin chin, no fitted cap No, I'm never worried 'bout them racks I spend, I get it back We gon' send some shots right at the opps, but can't go tit for tat Yeah, I grab the chopper out the case and now they runnin' off I be smokin' blunts right to the face, I might just blow a pound I got lots of things that benefit them, now they come around Had a lot of friends that did some shit, now I don't know 'em now
Writer(s): Christopher Levert, Royal Hyness F-well, Kahinde Ingram, Gage Anthony Macro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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