Came In
Woe
Sosa Sosa Sosafina baby
7Gang Shit
Ain't No Hoox Needed forreal
Neddamean
It's da gang
I came in all on that dumb shit
Cause I put two dubs in a blunt bitch
Sis, I can not make no assumptions
Keep a knife, sneak a knife in the function
Got some MTA niggas who bus shit
Never me, I'm wherever the funds is
Don't jealously come with a bum bitch?
Sosii 7x back on my fuck shit
Like fuck you bitches
Don't trust you bitches
Or love you niggas
Ion give a fuck if I cuddled
Hustled or struggled with ya
Y'all must didn't know
It's a honor that I was running with ya
Now I'm rich like Roddy
I run it up every summer, winter
I'm just saying yo
Look at the way the numbers differ
They might got the views
But I never viewed em as competition
They ain't getting money
They getting likes and they commenting
They ain't really love me, I peeped it
But I was hard headed, ha
But it is what it is, Fate Baby
And the way I spit, I need a bib
All that hate baby
Ain't gone heal the pain that you in
If you wait, maybe
You just might get paid in the end
7, Stamped on my face and my wrist
Never, changed on the gang, I ain't switch
Whatever, fake niggas say
Ain't gone stick, no let up
I rather save 'for I spend but...
I'm just different
They'll never get it or pay attention
That's why Ion listen to nothing
Except my intuition
Pray for the release of my brovas
Out of that fucking prison
Prayed for something to eat
Knowing nothing was in
The fucking kitchen
Cause my dad had bills and a mortgage
And 7 plus tuitions, Ion even know
If he even know how the fuck he did it
Never judge a book by the cover
Cause they a public figure
Looks can be deceiving
So read it 'for you discuss a nigga ha
I came in all on that, whoops, wait.
You know ain't no muhfucking hooks bae
Them cds gone flip like a book page
If ya diamonds all real why they look fake?
You must be smoking that good K
I'm balling sweetheart
But hey, good game
You tired ass hoes should of took breaks
Cause I'm going for bad in a good way
Um... bitches shifty Ion want clout
But hippy bittie, litty pretty Chrissy
Bring the sun out, and honestly
If you ain't bout ya funds
You can't come round
7x how you clockin?
What's the run down?
I'm up now
But I let em think I'm bump down
It's stuck now
Ain't no way that it can come down
Big bucks, how I be counting
Hurt my thumbs now
I'm a Fate Baby mixed with a bloodhound
Paper trail, I'ma track it
I stuck to the plan like a magnet
The glow up too real, I can't mask it
I switch up my plugs when they taxing
Put my all in this shit with a passion
What I been through
You don't know the fraction
Can't believe I seen Cash in her casket
R.I.P. Long Live A Bad Bitch
Ain't worried bout making no club hit
Just give me the blunt I'ma stuff it
Got Hurt Lor Boy Syndrome
As soon as I dumped him
That being broke shit
Made a bitch feel disgusting
That's a feeling I never can fuck with
So I grind then pop out with the shove-it
His head just be hitting
I text him concussion
Reply with the acorns
And that mean he coming
Glock 17 Sosafina, keep busting
And he either gone
Get this nut or get nothing
Do it right, and we just might be fucking
I told him I love him as soon as I nutted
Now I gotta get to them rack-ays
Now they wanna ride like a hack wave
Had to cut em all off, yea the fast way
Couldn't let that shit fly
Like a crashed plane
Steal the roaches out all of ya ashtrays
And you'll never know when doe
Like glass frames
All this endo I smoke, got a gas taste
What's the info though, woe?
What the stats say?
That these broke niggas still in a rat race?
That these hating hoes
Still got the mad face?
They copy a bitch and just add paste
Play bent and you gone have a bad day
But I came in all on that, fuck yo
Keep forgetting no hooks
That's that runt smoke...
Hold up, wait, matter fact
Where the blunt go?
Oh, I found it, where the lighter?
It's a run though
Man y'all can't even keep up with a bitch
Cause I got dumb flow
And every loss I ever took
You better know I won for
And everything is fate
Even when you feeling unsure
And every move I make
My name ring bells like the front door
Bitch
Neddamean
Neddamean
Neddamean
Neddamean
7Gang everything
You feel me
Big Pup shit
Sosii 7x
Back on my fuck shit
You heard me
Free my dumb ass brovas lor bitch
Sosa Sosa Sosafina baby
7Gang Shit
Ain't No Hoox Needed forreal
Neddamean
It's da gang
I came in all on that dumb shit
Cause I put two dubs in a blunt bitch
Sis, I can not make no assumptions
Keep a knife, sneak a knife in the function
Got some MTA niggas who bus shit
Never me, I'm wherever the funds is
Don't jealously come with a bum bitch?
Sosii 7x back on my fuck shit
Like fuck you bitches
Don't trust you bitches
Or love you niggas
Ion give a fuck if I cuddled
Hustled or struggled with ya
Y'all must didn't know
It's a honor that I was running with ya
Now I'm rich like Roddy
I run it up every summer, winter
I'm just saying yo
Look at the way the numbers differ
They might got the views
But I never viewed em as competition
They ain't getting money
They getting likes and they commenting
They ain't really love me, I peeped it
But I was hard headed, ha
But it is what it is, Fate Baby
And the way I spit, I need a bib
All that hate baby
Ain't gone heal the pain that you in
If you wait, maybe
You just might get paid in the end
7, Stamped on my face and my wrist
Never, changed on the gang, I ain't switch
Whatever, fake niggas say
Ain't gone stick, no let up
I rather save 'for I spend but...
I'm just different
They'll never get it or pay attention
That's why Ion listen to nothing
Except my intuition
Pray for the release of my brovas
Out of that fucking prison
Prayed for something to eat
Knowing nothing was in
The fucking kitchen
Cause my dad had bills and a mortgage
And 7 plus tuitions, Ion even know
If he even know how the fuck he did it
Never judge a book by the cover
Cause they a public figure
Looks can be deceiving
So read it 'for you discuss a nigga ha
I came in all on that, whoops, wait.
You know ain't no muhfucking hooks bae
Them cds gone flip like a book page
If ya diamonds all real why they look fake?
You must be smoking that good K
I'm balling sweetheart
But hey, good game
You tired ass hoes should of took breaks
Cause I'm going for bad in a good way
Um... bitches shifty Ion want clout
But hippy bittie, litty pretty Chrissy
Bring the sun out, and honestly
If you ain't bout ya funds
You can't come round
7x how you clockin?
What's the run down?
I'm up now
But I let em think I'm bump down
It's stuck now
Ain't no way that it can come down
Big bucks, how I be counting
Hurt my thumbs now
I'm a Fate Baby mixed with a bloodhound
Paper trail, I'ma track it
I stuck to the plan like a magnet
The glow up too real, I can't mask it
I switch up my plugs when they taxing
Put my all in this shit with a passion
What I been through
You don't know the fraction
Can't believe I seen Cash in her casket
R.I.P. Long Live A Bad Bitch
Ain't worried bout making no club hit
Just give me the blunt I'ma stuff it
Got Hurt Lor Boy Syndrome
As soon as I dumped him
That being broke shit
Made a bitch feel disgusting
That's a feeling I never can fuck with
So I grind then pop out with the shove-it
His head just be hitting
I text him concussion
Reply with the acorns
And that mean he coming
Glock 17 Sosafina, keep busting
And he either gone
Get this nut or get nothing
Do it right, and we just might be fucking
I told him I love him as soon as I nutted
Now I gotta get to them rack-ays
Now they wanna ride like a hack wave
Had to cut em all off, yea the fast way
Couldn't let that shit fly
Like a crashed plane
Steal the roaches out all of ya ashtrays
And you'll never know when doe
Like glass frames
All this endo I smoke, got a gas taste
What's the info though, woe?
What the stats say?
That these broke niggas still in a rat race?
That these hating hoes
Still got the mad face?
They copy a bitch and just add paste
Play bent and you gone have a bad day
But I came in all on that, fuck yo
Keep forgetting no hooks
That's that runt smoke...
Hold up, wait, matter fact
Where the blunt go?
Oh, I found it, where the lighter?
It's a run though
Man y'all can't even keep up with a bitch
Cause I got dumb flow
And every loss I ever took
You better know I won for
And everything is fate
Even when you feeling unsure
And every move I make
My name ring bells like the front door
Bitch
Neddamean
Neddamean
Neddamean
Neddamean
7Gang everything
You feel me
Big Pup shit
Sosii 7x
Back on my fuck shit
You heard me
Free my dumb ass brovas lor bitch
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Writer(s): Christian Brown
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