Lyrics
The only time that I could win is when I'm in the mood
I ain't getting back that **** gone I know it's killing you
I can't lie I swear I gotta keep it real with you
No this is not a ghost gun it's a G22
You lock in with that P80 you finna lose your life
We just slid through this, tell them come outside
I know I did you wrong but I'm gon make it right
But you ain't do shit for me when I was facing life
When I was fighting with the judge you wasn't even there
Somebody finna die I feel it in the air
Tried to tell you how a **** felt but you ain't even cared
Before I let a **** kill me I'd do a hundred years
I been tryna numb the pain so I been popping percs
Damn **** cry when I see my **** on that paperwork
How I'm finna do for you I gotta put me first
Go and get your brother back he got put on a shirt
When I get up in that mode it ain't no stopping me
I can't let him kill me bitch I gotta keep my block with me
We gone sit outside his house, he got to drop on me
Name a time a richie seen a sucker and they knock on me
The only time that I could win is when I'm in the mood
I ain't getting back that **** gone I know it's killing you
I can't lie I swear I gotta keep it real with you
No this is not a ghost gun it's a G22
You lock in with that P80 you finna lose your life
We just slid through this, tell them come outside
I know I did you wrong but I'm gon make it right
But you ain't do shit for me when I was facing life
The definition of a bitch that ain't gon' keep it real
You always mad and tryna argue, tell me how you feel
Tell me the bitch how much of time I'm tryna make a meal
They tried to flip through this bitch and left without they wheels
**** look how I'm living, you ain't think this shit ain't real life
Got naked in the morning, been fuckin' all night
Don't got no morals or no standards, you is not my type
How they explain this type of love, it's something you can't describe
Let me keep it real, without your patience it's been hard to sleep
Got her legs shakin', think I might've been a little too deep
I ain't even a know-it-all, sure these bitches ain't the type to keep
She doin' tricks, don't get me wrong, I rather love a freak
The only time that I could win is when I'm in the mood
I ain't getting back that **** gone I know it's killing you
I can't lie I swear I gotta keep it real with you
No this is not a ghost gun it's a G22
You lock in with that P80 you finna lose your life
We just slid through this, tell them come outside
I know I did you wrong but I'm gon make it right
But you ain't do shit for me when I was facing life
