Lyrics

You know me I don't give a fuck I'll headbutt that brick (Ocho) Came to nieman marcus now I'll tell you what ain't my nigga (polo) If you steady talking then you know how to live my nigga (popo) Got a whole thing in a dope bag right now nigga solo Just left the spot and I swear a nigga reek of narcotics Cause' you fucking the stove, yeah you swear a nigga eat narcotics Foreign whip, foreign bitch yeah got a nigga hooked on phonics Got the kitchen smoked up like the shit hooked on chronic I can't even sleep (I got trap shit in my head) I can't even eat, (I got trap shit in my head) When I be in the club (I got trap shit in my head) Me and shawty be makin' love (I got trap shit in my head) When I'm in my whip (I got trap shit in my head) When I empty the clip (I got trap shit in my head) When I be seeing drugs (I got trap shit in my head) When I be in the club (I got trap shit in my head) Hold up You thought a nigga really wasn't gonna talk kilo's no more? Hold up Like a nigga hit the studio and never ever ever sold no blow Hold up Hauling in 36 and it sounding like I'm dead for real Hold up If I don't fall George all off the Jaeger for real I ain't buying no cristal Tell me what you drinking ho My niggas spent about ten thou' Put him in a Lincoln ho Stove on like a steak on it Wrapped up with the tape on it Staying up with the baking soda Only the rat got a face on it Either that or a boss, nigga scoring or something Don't ask me if I did it, nigga, I'm talking like Memphis, what's up You got two 125s so you already know what you missing Residue in the glass pot Gave my lil' cousin 200 dollars, tell him do them dishes This one time this one time and I ain't talking bout' band camp Told man something wrong with this Check it dawg, look at the damn stamp This re-rock, this compress, you paid for it you damn fool The first thing they teach you on the first day of yayo school New mechanic, I keep 2, and I don't panic I keep cool 20 blocks at my nigga house call it brickmade Sunday school Put together everybody money, that way everybody lasts Get to talking about a math test, that way everybody pass
Writer(s): Jay W. Jenkins, Markus Alandrus Randle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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