歌词

(Banger) I was on the E-way, I was two hours from Atlanta, Georgia I had so much on my mind like, it was stressing me out (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) shit crazy Turn my phone off every time I'm thrown off Seen a head get blown off, they said them niggas drove off Sneaky bitches more soft, sip lean out a long straw Fell asleep in a cold car, that shit had turned me cold heart, I'm super stressed Came from havin' zeroes to some M's, I'm super blessed Street nigga hear everything grown, I had cougar sex If your pointers nowhere near 40, go get some new Baguettes Spin, shoot, spin around and shoot, that shit a super set Head strong, I'm mad I ain't say no quote on foenem headstone Chicago like a red zone, certain niggas won't last long Lost so many niggas at the same time, shit my tears gone Head hurt, why they jump out head first? Red shirt, blood stain Threw away my Gucci shirt, it had a cum stain Told 'em, "Wish I would change, I made it out with this mud stain" Yeah, foenem smokin' on that exotic I just told them that bitch honest, she ain't even did shit to her body I done fell in love with the one, I ain't fall in love with no thotty I just introduced her to a Percocet, ain't fuck around with no molly That bitch tryna kick it like karate, I said, "You toxic" That bitch know she got body, she just on it Freak, that bitch sneakin' and geekin' for sure I used a lighter to light up the stove Can't trust a bitch who gon' spill out the sto' Call me your brother but gave up the low He won't take naps but he sleep with his pole Fiendin' on Perc make a nigga move slow He think he slick 'cause no one knows I know some hoes who got my back I know my brothers they got my back I went to jail, they ain't have my back I called you twice, you ain't call me back I colored my dread, became a snack Bros fucked up when I gave them a stack If I don't love you, I don't get attached I told you I love you, you ain't say it back, oh These niggas phony (two hours from Atlanta) These niggas phony (two hours from Atlanta) These niggas phony (two hours from Atlanta) These niggas phony (two hours from Atlanta) These bitches phony (two hours from Atlanta) These bitches phony (two hours from Atlanta) These bitches phony (two hours from Atlanta) These bitches phony (two hours from Atlanta)
Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Durk D Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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