Poetry
Done Been To College
But Hood Street Done Taught Me All My Knowledge
Don't Run Up On Me
Quick To Shoot
Just Like The Houston Rockets
I Keep That Fye On My Waiste Cause Niggas Be Capping
Thinking Bout Robbing Me Nigga Shit Ain't Gone Happen
Money coming moving fast
Shit in motion
Before I cross you bae
I'll rather cross da ocean
Bitch I'm selfish ain't no nigga give me shit
I'll chase a bag before I chase a Bitch
Shit ain't sweet but
I'm getting to the cake
Feeling like a chef
All I do is bake
Get outta line
Ima put you in yo place
Taking bout the best
I'm up for debate
Niggas Hating But The Shit Already Destined
Can't wait to shoot the bih
Just copped a smith and Wesson
Ain't talking gun violence
Just Got it for Protection
I Cut The Bitch Off
Really Hope
She Learned Her Lesson
Stay to Myself Now
Cause really I just be cooling
Think I'm gone let you just play me
Bitch who you fooling
I ain't gone tell ya cause baby
Watch how I do it
I'm really tired of these Levi's
I want some Louis
I'm just gone focus on money
Bitches be choosing
Guess it was clear
She the reason why I was losing
I use to play ball
I'm new to making this music
No I'm Not falling In Love
Ain't Fucking Wit Cupid
But Hood Street Done Taught Me All My Knowledge
Don't Run Up On Me
Quick To Shoot
Just Like The Houston Rockets
I Keep That Fye On My Waiste Cause Niggas Be Capping
Thinking Bout Robbing Me Nigga Shit Ain't Gone Happen
Money coming moving fast
Shit in motion
Before I cross you bae
I'll rather cross da ocean
Bitch I'm selfish ain't no nigga give me shit
I'll chase a bag before I chase a Bitch
Shit ain't sweet but
I'm getting to the cake
Feeling like a chef
All I do is bake
Get outta line
Ima put you in yo place
Taking bout the best
I'm up for debate
Niggas Hating But The Shit Already Destined
Can't wait to shoot the bih
Just copped a smith and Wesson
Ain't talking gun violence
Just Got it for Protection
I Cut The Bitch Off
Really Hope
She Learned Her Lesson
Stay to Myself Now
Cause really I just be cooling
Think I'm gone let you just play me
Bitch who you fooling
I ain't gone tell ya cause baby
Watch how I do it
I'm really tired of these Levi's
I want some Louis
I'm just gone focus on money
Bitches be choosing
Guess it was clear
She the reason why I was losing
I use to play ball
I'm new to making this music
No I'm Not falling In Love
Ain't Fucking Wit Cupid
Credits
Writer(s): Htb Cam
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