Lone Wolf
I got booked
Cuz I overlooked
Now a niggas stuck
What the fuck...
I'm not givin up
Wish a nigga luck
Gotta bid
Lowkey sick as shit
Feds can suck my dick
Life's a bitch
I just took a hit
Now a nigga lit
Not lit yet
I still got a ways
Gotta get this cake
Gotta wait
Till I know it's safe
Chillin in the shade
In the dark
That's just where I be
That's just what I like
Kill the lights
Trynna book a flight
Money in my sights
Need a rack
Need bout 20 mo
That's just from the go
Me and bro
Finna get this dough
Wrist finna be froze
Finna flex
Finna get a check
Niggas know I'm next
Gotta text
Cherty want the sex
But I just want the neck
They been sleepin for a minute
Think it's time to make a wake up call
My hometown went to shit, now
I can't wait to get away from y'all
The Land of all the druggies
Taking white and paitin nasal walls
Ain't no saftey harness
If you slip you'll have a fatal fall
Niggas got to switchin
So I'm runnin like a lone wolf
Think before you run up
Pussy nigga do yo homework
Not with all the chattin
Let's get it crackin
What's ya dome worth?
Me I hit the cell...
You show and tell
That shit just don't work
Stop with all that tough shit
Y'all ain't finna bust shit...
Niggas be too fake
That why I cannot show no love bitch
Where the hell they make those?
Hissin just like snakes tho
I can't love you baby
I don't got time for fake hoes
(I can't love you baby, I don't got no time for fake hoes)
Cuz I overlooked
Now a niggas stuck
What the fuck...
I'm not givin up
Wish a nigga luck
Gotta bid
Lowkey sick as shit
Feds can suck my dick
Life's a bitch
I just took a hit
Now a nigga lit
Not lit yet
I still got a ways
Gotta get this cake
Gotta wait
Till I know it's safe
Chillin in the shade
In the dark
That's just where I be
That's just what I like
Kill the lights
Trynna book a flight
Money in my sights
Need a rack
Need bout 20 mo
That's just from the go
Me and bro
Finna get this dough
Wrist finna be froze
Finna flex
Finna get a check
Niggas know I'm next
Gotta text
Cherty want the sex
But I just want the neck
They been sleepin for a minute
Think it's time to make a wake up call
My hometown went to shit, now
I can't wait to get away from y'all
The Land of all the druggies
Taking white and paitin nasal walls
Ain't no saftey harness
If you slip you'll have a fatal fall
Niggas got to switchin
So I'm runnin like a lone wolf
Think before you run up
Pussy nigga do yo homework
Not with all the chattin
Let's get it crackin
What's ya dome worth?
Me I hit the cell...
You show and tell
That shit just don't work
Stop with all that tough shit
Y'all ain't finna bust shit...
Niggas be too fake
That why I cannot show no love bitch
Where the hell they make those?
Hissin just like snakes tho
I can't love you baby
I don't got time for fake hoes
(I can't love you baby, I don't got no time for fake hoes)
Credits
Writer(s): Marilyn Bergman, Alan Bergman, Norman Luboff
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