Trippie Saint
Aquafina yea that's water water
Better Check your bh I think she outta order
Dripping this a different story
And I'm dripping dripping
Come get your daughter
Spanish plug he from cross the boarder
King shit like Richie porter
Poppy fronted me a whole dime
Flip that bh and turned it to a quarter
People say that I'm all for myself
So I guess sometimes I gotta be that way
Grind til I shine
Cause I'm go make it like someday
Head or tails on a Monday
Then back in the yo in the same night
I can get with no problem Niggah
You just running out of space right
Feels like I been here before
Sometimes I feel like I'm alone
Want it cooked well
Put it on the scale
Please jus leave it on the stove
Baby play your roll
Why gotta know when I make
Idk you
Where you come from
Like what is your name
I use to sleep on the floor
Right here by the charger cord
Right by the back door
You ain't know
Now you know
Mama told me back then
Niggah I was lonely
Back when I was eaten crackers and fuxking bologna
Yea I remember I was 13
My young Niggah got shot with the triple beam
I was right up on the block with it
Yea my young niggahs feeding sharks with him
You can Hear hin when the laws in it
Yea you hit him she the logs in it
Better Check your bh I think she outta order
Dripping this a different story
And I'm dripping dripping
Come get your daughter
Spanish plug he from cross the boarder
King shit like Richie porter
Poppy fronted me a whole dime
Flip that bh and turned it to a quarter
People say that I'm all for myself
So I guess sometimes I gotta be that way
Grind til I shine
Cause I'm go make it like someday
Head or tails on a Monday
Then back in the yo in the same night
I can get with no problem Niggah
You just running out of space right
Feels like I been here before
Sometimes I feel like I'm alone
Want it cooked well
Put it on the scale
Please jus leave it on the stove
Baby play your roll
Why gotta know when I make
Idk you
Where you come from
Like what is your name
I use to sleep on the floor
Right here by the charger cord
Right by the back door
You ain't know
Now you know
Mama told me back then
Niggah I was lonely
Back when I was eaten crackers and fuxking bologna
Yea I remember I was 13
My young Niggah got shot with the triple beam
I was right up on the block with it
Yea my young niggahs feeding sharks with him
You can Hear hin when the laws in it
Yea you hit him she the logs in it
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Writer(s): Amber Hughtower
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