歌词
Hard as hell, man this shit get hard as hell
In the summer, I done ran 100 thousand by myself
Gonna choose all these bitches, I can never blame myself
Goin' full for these bitches, I'd rather burn in hell
It's too, too late (Welcome to VIOLET)
She wanna hold me down, sorry bitch, it's too late
Be the only one, sorry bitch, it's too late
She can't hold me down, no bitch, it's too late
Are you loving on these hoes? No dog, no way
Money sure, you can't relate, dog
I'd be lying if I told you that it'd be okay, dog
I'd be lying if I said I fuck with you, that's fake, dog
**** steady pocket watching, no they can't relate, dog
No, I can't trust these hoes though
I still fuck them last ones
Hit this bitch, then pass her on
Pass, pass, pass, I hit all these hoes and mass 'em
Bitches shakin' ass, you would think this shit a dance song
What to do today? Fuck it, I just sip my Julep (Ayy)
Put some diamonds on his bullet chain and make it Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid)
Always shop at Lennox, that shit basic when I'm in the A (The A)
Always shop at Lennox, that shit basic when I'm in the A (The A)
Too, too late
She wanna hold me down, sorry bitch, it's too late
Be the only one, sorry bitch, it's too late
She can't hold me down, no bitch, it's too late, too-too late
T-Told her meet me on the west in my arms, yeah
Why you so bold to me baby? Do a show for me baby, yeah (Show for me baby)
Like take control of me baby, I can't fold on you baby, never (I can't fold on you)
Switch on my lil' yeah, G-Lock tucked yeah that's my baby
Load up pipe my bit' Nikita, she gon' shake shit up like Haiti
Shit, KK smoking Katie I can't let no **** play me
My bitch bad as hell, tote fire and she gon' send out shots like Brady
Ayy, you can't blame me for the shit that I done did, that's how I live
They killed my brother 17, I'm tryna forget 'bout how that feel
Said, everyday I pick my head up off that pillow, this shit real
Say **** glorify this shit until they see just how it feel
How it feel to see yo brother laying dead right on the street
How it feel to call bro momma tell her Yo' son is deceased
This shit real
Can you tell me how it feel
Written by: Niko Milan Yearwood
