Loner Life

Hurt, what it do?

Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker

You still think about me and don't like the way that I live

Still can't figure out the way my heart is

She know that I'm a problem, "He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none" (Woo-woo)

Thirty poppa came over (Woo, thirty poppa), come out the window, hangover (Woo)

Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah

Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh

She know I got that bag, I want her back (Woo)

She know I'ma stand on this shit, okay

Turn the phone off till my whole grind turn on

Rich and he ain't got no mind, what's wrong?

I got the money, I changed my persona

Bulletproof whip, how I'm gon' hit the corner, I'm in it (Woo, in it, I'm in it, yeah)

Standin' on top of these ****, yeah

Momma, you got it, I did it, yeah

On top of the mountains with millions, whoa (Woo)

My kids gon' have it and get it (Woo)

I just might go buy my sister a Bentley

I just might give my grandfather a ticket (Top)

She know I'm a thug ****, I got hitters, and know I got drugs with me

From the bottom, the Nawf, grew up in it

I come home from jail and they wanna put slugs in me

'Cause I'm standin' on business, don't fuck with them, nada percentage

The pendant got floods in it

Switch the wheels and you know it gon' rub different

From the gutter and still in the mud with it

Double R (Double R, double R), I take the top off that motherfucker

I pull up in that Rover, it's truck color

Up inside the Goyard, that's a dirty cutter

I done ran up that fetty on all these ****

Bullets rain like confetti, you played with it

Come from walking with holes inside my tennis

I accomplished some goals, ain't playin' tennis (Come on, slime)

You still think about me and don't like the way that I live

Still can't figure out the way my heart is

She know that I'm a problem, "He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none" (Woo-woo)

Thirty poppa came over (Thirty poppa), come out the window, hangover (Woo, hangover)

Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah

Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh