Hilton Room #369

Moving through the motion of the ocean
And this potion everything that I been hoping
Chose the dirty over you even if it's open
I can't focus
Eyes rolling back, my diagnosis
I can't deal with the pain
I run from it every day
If anybody in my way
I lift it up and then i spray
Ain't with me? then you are against me
These niggas tried to pop out like they Raymond Bentley
So I pulled the knife out, you know I'm swift like the wind
They tried to fuck with the kid, but then I deaded that shit
She only fuck with presidents, she act like she Marilyn
But then I put her on that greyhound, now she off to Maryland
Brought some packs for me, almost dropped some H in the Hilton lobby
My wrist is bare, I'm tryna make it rocky
I'm tryna get it poppin'
Fuck with Jorja, then I'll take her shopping
Have her dripped in Girbaud with a Gucci locket

Get it all thru spring, summer, winter time
Feeling like 50 cent on his grind in 99
Cause this shit can get rowdy rowdy
I'm a hot boy you can go ask bobby
Fucking with that Whitney, i swear the police tryna get me.
Was up a hunnid, knocked me back 50
I'm fucking with this bitch it's kinda risky
Cause her brother is a opp, and i know that he get busy
But that shit don't even phase me
I ran it up, touch her heart with my dick and poked it
She said U fucking snapped, truer words never been spoken
And then I left her broken
Now she mad, red in the face like she choking
She going Keioken
She calling on her brother, tryna bring him out to fight me
Had to duff him out, knocked him right out of his Nikes
He pulled the banger out, but I can tell the hammer broken
He tried to shoot at me? Nigga joking
Shit



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Writer(s): Jose Cohaila-marconetti
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