歌词
They don't really fuck with me for real, I'm just tryna have fun
Diamonds sittin' on my neck, I remember when I ain't had nothin
Pain sitting in my body, shit feelin' numb I was all up in the trenches, doin' shit
I'm dumb
All these bitches round me for the money
But baby, I can't show you all the love I'm just from the bottom from the slums
I been livin' my whole life, don't give no fucks
I been grinding' hard, they say it's luck Where the fuck you **** was at when shit was rough
They say I'm up, but I ain't even touch enough boy stop lookin' for me, tryna get you some
I'm the biggest, I know that you know that Want a hundred thousand in a go bag
I'm really tryna be the richest, why you tryna hold me back
You said that im fake, I could never forget when you told me that
I just really gotta goal to really make a hundred million
**** round wanna pull up, I got a lil drummy in it
I ride with the whole gang, that's like a hundred hitters
All these bitches round me for the money
But baby, I can't show you all the love I'm just from the bottom from the slums
I been livin' my whole life, don't give no fucks
I been grinding' hard, they say it's luck Where the fuck you **** was at when shit was rough
They say I'm up, but I ain't even touch enough boy stop lookin' for me, tryna get you some
Yo se que soy joven, que falta camino por recorrer, ya yo s eso
Hay mucho que siguen raneando, yo no me quiero ver haciendo eso
Nada más pienso en la vieja, en ponerme bacano Y Colombia busca par de pesos
Todava estoy en el proceso, pero ya estoy joseando pa' eso
Tengo un pana que me lo mataron, otro que cinco aos le cantaron
Aqui rollin' up, olvdame de esos pequitos, ninda se me doblaron
Alejo a to' el que se mueva raro, hoy confo anteriormente, ya me ha traicionado, yeah
Por eso es que muchos pencos no están a mi lado
No confo en palabras de hombres, si t eres real, demustralo con hecho
Pa' que me traicionen por la espalda, prefiero que me apualen el pecho
Yo no hablo de las cosas que he hecho, pero freno y te hago tus sucesos
Lo juro por yo que los tickets me llegan al techo
Quieren guerrear a ti, buscamos to' Tenemos acá palo y to'a la glo
No te hagas, ya t sabes quines son Siempre maliante, los mos to' están inflados
Written by: Amani Rosa
