Wait a sec, wait a minuteDon't compare me to them other niggasNever fear, smith & wessonI'm about to go to war, gon' pleasure bitchesWhere the real friendsAt when you really need 'em?When I was locked up in the countyI ain't even see 'emI got my own lane, lonelyWhat happen to the bitches in the party?A 100 bottles that was every weekendBitches bodied in my crib like the colosseumAfter 3 am, you know we getting freakyHella one night standsWe just catching feelingsTired of the fake lovingFake hollywood, fake passionFake gang bangingAnd they claiming on pop shitFake titties and cocaine in they nostrilsI be cryin'Too with it, nigga, bring a bottleAnd if it's my time to goI'm taking everybodyDon't care, my nigga, we shootin' anybodyAnd if it ain't your girlThen nigga, don't worry about itI hear 'em talking down on me, down on meBut where theyAt when I ain't got a 100 rounds on me?I think I had it up to here, my niggasYou know your killers, they fear my niggasSo what you tryna tryna do, tryna tryna do?Dancing round the issueBitch you know you're running out of movesI keep it real my niggaThis richard mille hella clearCost a mil my niggaYeah, give a fuck about how you feel, my niggaGot the mic at the horror roomAnd we feel like thrillerPassive aggressive bitchesAlways acting all timidBut hope you make no moneyBut I rather help you spend itHad a meeting with the devil last weekCouldn't believe what he said to meTo take this contract, signature pleaseYou can have it allBut you know your soul, I'ma keep thatBad luck, bad luckYeah you know it come in threesBet I never did thisI'm the only one who seesI've got the fire blazingBurning all the weedI think this hell ain't hotterThan this fucking hennessy, yeahTwo feet off the ground, oh oh, likeWhy am I living here?Up and down, up and downI think I might drown from my tearsI cryJust might being soldToo many tearsI'm thinking 'bout ending hereWanna prepare broughtYour roulette with the pistolBang, bang, bang, hear the sirens sayWahyo, wahyo, wahyoGet behind the yellow tapeBang, bang, bang, hear the sirens sayWahyo, wahyo, wahyoGet behind the yellow tapeBang, bang, bang, hear the sirens sayDon't shoot, don't shootGet behind the yellow tapeDon't shoot, don't shoot, don't shootDon't shoot, get behind the yellow tapeWonder if god got a sense of humorI hope you know that he can seeAll the shit you doingMy mama said no matterHow that he still listen to meTaking temptation and fornicationYou know I love the pussyMister assume there no connectionIt was all assumptionsShe just wanna fuckWhatever happened to us love making?You don't wanna be in the club
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Wait a sec, wait a minute
Don't compare me to them other niggas
Never fear, smith & wesson
I'm about to go to war, gon' pleasure bitches
Where the real friends
At when you really need 'em?
When I was locked up in the county
I ain't even see 'em
I got my own lane, lonely
What happen to the bitches in the party?
A 100 bottles that was every weekend
Bitches bodied in my crib like the colosseum
After 3 am, you know we getting freaky
Hella one night stands
We just catching feelings
Tired of the fake loving
Fake hollywood, fake passion
Fake gang banging
And they claiming on pop shit
Fake titties and cocaine in they nostrils
I be cryin'
Too with it, nigga, bring a bottle
And if it's my time to go
I'm taking everybody
Don't care, my nigga, we shootin' anybody
And if it ain't your girl
Then nigga, don't worry about it
I hear 'em talking down on me, down on me
But where they
At when I ain't got a 100 rounds on me?
I think I had it up to here, my niggas
You know your killers, they fear my niggas
So what you tryna tryna do, tryna tryna do?
Dancing round the issue
Bitch you know you're running out of moves
I keep it real my nigga
This richard mille hella clear
Cost a mil my nigga
Yeah, give a fuck about how you feel, my nigga
Got the mic at the horror room
And we feel like thriller
Passive aggressive bitches
Always acting all timid
But hope you make no money
But I rather help you spend it
Had a meeting with the devil last week
Couldn't believe what he said to me
To take this contract, signature please
You can have it all
But you know your soul, I'ma keep that
Bad luck, bad luck
Yeah you know it come in threes
Bet I never did this
I'm the only one who sees
I've got the fire blazing
Burning all the weed
I think this hell ain't hotter
Than this fucking hennessy, yeah
Two feet off the ground, oh oh, like
Why am I living here?
Up and down, up and down
I think I might drown from my tears
I cry
Just might being sold
Too many tears
I'm thinking 'bout ending here
Wanna prepare brought
Your roulette with the pistol
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo
Get behind the yellow tape
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo
Get behind the yellow tape
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Don't shoot, don't shoot
Get behind the yellow tape
Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot
Don't shoot, get behind the yellow tape
Wonder if god got a sense of humor
I hope you know that he can see
All the shit you doing
My mama said no matter
How that he still listen to me
Taking temptation and fornication
You know I love the pussy
Mister assume there no connection
It was all assumptions
She just wanna fuck
Whatever happened to us love making?
You don't wanna be in the club
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