True Story
Jetski
On my way back to crib
Had to stop for some weed & I met this chick
She hopped in the ride & she asked me for pills
I got pills home, is you coming for the dick
She said why not, coz my man ain't home
Foot on the gas switch lanes i'm gone
Pull up to crib, she ready for the bone
Shawdy took the pills now she taking off her clothes
Aye aye
Deep down she wanna get with me
Must be because ah the money
Must be because ah henny
The pills
The way that i'm
Smashing the pussy
Wow
I heard some knocks on door, she switching up
Talking like who at door
Ho you already know, you sent my location
I looked at your phone
I ain't no dummy, just put on your clothes
Go answer the door, tell that i'm nigga sleeping
Lil he know I was packing the heat
Lil she know I been up in the streets
He came in the room started checking the sheets
Took up my jewelry looking for me
Hopped out the closet
I'm blasting
She screaming, she saying I'm sorry
He look in her eyes as I shot at the body
Cold world, don't try me
Done know man violent
My dawgs, stay riding
Day ones, from the islands
Real talk, bun fire pan a pagan
Done know imma ride for gang
Done pree this thing imma slam
Cold world, don't try me
Done know man violent
My dawgs, stay riding
Day ones, from the islands
Real talk, bun fire pan a pagan
Done know imma ride for gang
Done pree this thing imma slam
She know imma gangster
Mans kill like cancer
On my way back to crib
Had to stop for some weed & I met this chick
She hopped in the ride & she asked me for pills
I got pills home, is you coming for the dick
She said why not, coz my man ain't home
Foot on the gas switch lanes i'm gone
Pull up to crib, she ready for the bone
Shawdy took the pills now she taking off her clothes
Aye aye
Deep down she wanna get with me
Must be because ah the money
Must be because ah henny
The pills
The way that i'm
Smashing the pussy
Wow
I heard some knocks on door, she switching up
Talking like who at door
Ho you already know, you sent my location
I looked at your phone
I ain't no dummy, just put on your clothes
Go answer the door, tell that i'm nigga sleeping
Lil he know I was packing the heat
Lil she know I been up in the streets
He came in the room started checking the sheets
Took up my jewelry looking for me
Hopped out the closet
I'm blasting
She screaming, she saying I'm sorry
He look in her eyes as I shot at the body
Cold world, don't try me
Done know man violent
My dawgs, stay riding
Day ones, from the islands
Real talk, bun fire pan a pagan
Done know imma ride for gang
Done pree this thing imma slam
Cold world, don't try me
Done know man violent
My dawgs, stay riding
Day ones, from the islands
Real talk, bun fire pan a pagan
Done know imma ride for gang
Done pree this thing imma slam
She know imma gangster
Mans kill like cancer
Credits
Writer(s): Kasey Wendrick
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