Lyrics

Just a young nigga who had to sit inside that trap alone I made a few dollars using this microphone When I was down bad ain't nobody wanna check on me But my momma said don't ever let them get the best of me I was so fucked up I ain't even know where I was at Everything around me I couldn't understand was turning black Thugger Hit Desto he said, "lil Shordie Scott, that boy can rap" Desto let me know, that's all I needed for my swagger back Trappin' getting phone calls Fan blow me up like roll call She don't see my phone call Cut her off don't know her Everybody around when you up but leave you when you down Everybody round you know that I'm the most unique in the town How can I switch my style up I can just switch my style up These niggas know how I come up Serving P, P, P, P, P around the city These bitches they in love w me I know they fuckin' with me They asked me can you do that voice me I say, "I can't do it" They like, "why you act like that," I thought you already knew it You fucked your chance up you already knew that you blew it And you on lean again I told you you need to be through with it I'm trappin you new to this I'm fresh, nudity I'm a vet, not new this Rocking this shit, that's the newly me Vetiment coat wit the black like a buddha man How did you walk in that bit with no shooter man? She wanna fuck with me I told her, "Baby, I'm through wit it" How you get mad at me? I just want this cash not no tragedy These niggas be mad at me cus I got these racks on me The way I step outside I keep that bag on me Huh I keep a bag on me These nigga trippin' on me 'bout some shit I can't even control they all mad at this
Writer(s): Lil Shordie Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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