My Own
She just wanna party yeah
Fuck that shit I'm sorry yeah
She said, on it
Driving, drop it
She just wanna party yeah
She said she wanted more than this
Fuck that, I'm on, my own shit
Fuck that, I'm on, my own shit
Fucking these bitches I'm not down for you
Crazy as fuck that's not something I do
Chillin' with bros and I'm workin' on mu
Building my wealth and it starts with a tune
Wo, I'm tryna do that
Talked all that shit get a quote on my back
Tattoo my chest and my ribs and my ass
Smoked all that weed to get rid of my past
Carry a flask, coke and that rum
Puffing that gas man I got bout a ton
Your bitch hit me up man she lookin' to cum
Did what I said and this shit became fun
It is what it is imma get what I give
If not, I'm taking that shit
Hate on my shit I ain't playing no more
Your bitch suck me off man you wifed up a whore
Ay, cum stains on my back seat
Ay, ran train get a taxi
Ay, I'm great call me Gatsby
Ay, she wet like the Black Sea
Ay, she late and I'm outtie
Four O's, blowing smoke like it's cloudy
We ate, you bet that she paid it
Ride round town all night get faded
She just wanna party yeah
Fuck that shit I'm sorry yeah
She said, on it
Driving, drop it
She just wanna party yeah
She said she wanted more than this
Fuck that, I'm on, my own shit
Fuck that, I'm on, my own shit
Fuck out my face
Tryna get big and you all in my way
First it was hate, now you obsessed
Send me a text better be of your breast
Done wasting my time, all 'bout the grind
Writing at four gotta be up at five
At least I'm alive, at least I'm alive
For now that is, and then I will die
Not waiting for that, I'm waiting for this
Popping some bottles and fucking your bitch
Not giving a fuck about none of this shit, I'm tryna get rich
You in my way? Get the fuck out
Fuck being famous off clout
You ain't really rich you just counting it
Don't give a fuck got a whole bottle I can drown in it
You passing assists and I'm cashing your check
I'm making these moves you ain't moving a step
You calling me bro better get it correct
We ain't bros cause you hate like the rest
Yeah we was cool at the start
Then this shit fell all apart
Guess you got hate in your heart
Guess you got hate in your heart
Guess you just hated on Ark, guess you just hated on Ark
She just wanna party yeah
Fuck that shit I'm sorry yeah
She said, on it
Driving, drop it
She just wanna party yeah
She said she wanted more than this
Fuck that, I'm on, my own shit
Fuck that, I'm on, my own shit
Fuck that shit I'm sorry yeah
She said, on it
Driving, drop it
She just wanna party yeah
She said she wanted more than this
Fuck that, I'm on, my own shit
Fuck that, I'm on, my own shit
Fucking these bitches I'm not down for you
Crazy as fuck that's not something I do
Chillin' with bros and I'm workin' on mu
Building my wealth and it starts with a tune
Wo, I'm tryna do that
Talked all that shit get a quote on my back
Tattoo my chest and my ribs and my ass
Smoked all that weed to get rid of my past
Carry a flask, coke and that rum
Puffing that gas man I got bout a ton
Your bitch hit me up man she lookin' to cum
Did what I said and this shit became fun
It is what it is imma get what I give
If not, I'm taking that shit
Hate on my shit I ain't playing no more
Your bitch suck me off man you wifed up a whore
Ay, cum stains on my back seat
Ay, ran train get a taxi
Ay, I'm great call me Gatsby
Ay, she wet like the Black Sea
Ay, she late and I'm outtie
Four O's, blowing smoke like it's cloudy
We ate, you bet that she paid it
Ride round town all night get faded
She just wanna party yeah
Fuck that shit I'm sorry yeah
She said, on it
Driving, drop it
She just wanna party yeah
She said she wanted more than this
Fuck that, I'm on, my own shit
Fuck that, I'm on, my own shit
Fuck out my face
Tryna get big and you all in my way
First it was hate, now you obsessed
Send me a text better be of your breast
Done wasting my time, all 'bout the grind
Writing at four gotta be up at five
At least I'm alive, at least I'm alive
For now that is, and then I will die
Not waiting for that, I'm waiting for this
Popping some bottles and fucking your bitch
Not giving a fuck about none of this shit, I'm tryna get rich
You in my way? Get the fuck out
Fuck being famous off clout
You ain't really rich you just counting it
Don't give a fuck got a whole bottle I can drown in it
You passing assists and I'm cashing your check
I'm making these moves you ain't moving a step
You calling me bro better get it correct
We ain't bros cause you hate like the rest
Yeah we was cool at the start
Then this shit fell all apart
Guess you got hate in your heart
Guess you got hate in your heart
Guess you just hated on Ark, guess you just hated on Ark
She just wanna party yeah
Fuck that shit I'm sorry yeah
She said, on it
Driving, drop it
She just wanna party yeah
She said she wanted more than this
Fuck that, I'm on, my own shit
Fuck that, I'm on, my own shit
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Alexander Alff Van
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