歌词

Kinda want a Drake, but I keep a Glock Wok and Tech mix like Drake and Josh You don't wanna stay, get gone Wanna conversate tell me what you want Bout to get a cramp, my pockets got a knot I just poured a deuce of Quagen in a pop I get it low but sell it you for a leg and arm Why these niggas hate, these niggas ain't on Tell me why they hate, yeah It's so much problems in my plate tryna get gone Thinking if I should run away Hop on a plane, take a vacation to the Bahamas I just wanna get away Put all my niggas on a plane till we all poppin Cartier on my frames, that's like 300 Ben Franklins on my noggin Drank, percs and oxycodin for my problem When I mix it up, I turn to a zombie I do whatever I can do for you, just so you got it I do whatever I can do for you, just keep it solid Just tell me whatever been hurting you, so we can solve it Its them demons on yo head, you can't get 'em out it Touched so much green lately Think I'm turning to a goblin Can't take my soul, if they do bury me at the bottom Tell me why they hate, yeah It's so much problems on my plate tryna get gone Thinking if I should run away Hop on a plane, take a vacation to the Bahamas I just wanna get away Put all my niggas on a plane till we all poppin Cartier on my frames, that's like 300 Ben Franklins on my noggin I'm too real for these niggas, I can't make it up Tell me what they hating on, tell me what they hating on I'm running out of drank, I need another cup Tell me what it's hittin for, tell me what it's hittin for Free my nigga out the feds, I'm callin, he won't be alone Told me to remember what he said Keep on steppin, run it up some more I put these trophies on my neck, so I won't forget That I put in blood, sweat, and tears for this shit I had to hustle just to get a check I was homeless, sleepin on my man's bed Now I got bout 30 stuffed up in my pants So imma flex to show that I can I could spend it all and get it back And do it again and again Tell me why they hate, yeah It's so much problems on my plate tryna get gone Thinking if I should run away Hop on a plane, take a vacation to the Bahamas I just wanna get away Put all my niggas on a plane till we all poppin Cartier on my frames, that's like 300 Ben Franklins on my noggin
Writer(s): Diego Dominguez, Jacob Polecaro, Keanen Self, Bradere Grayson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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