Lonely
Aye
I'm the type to take you from your man when you're lonely
Hop inside the whip an we can listen to some oldies
I ain't never need another bitch an that's on me
You the type to listen to a fib you don't know me
I'm the type to take you from your man when you're lonely
Hop inside the whip an we can listen to some oldies
I ain't never need another bitch an that's on me
You the type to listen to a fib you don't know me
I'm real life
You a fable that's a fib
He was talking bout the guns
Til we showed up at his crib
Took his money took his bitch
But he act like he the shit
You's a phony
So don't be acting like you know me
I've been moving how I want to fuck an image you a bitch
Give a fuck bout what they saying imma show em what it is
You can't knock me off my pivot I've been doing this for years
I got the game up in my bag and I've been driving foreign whips
Working real hard
And I ain't stopping til I'm rich
Swear to god I loved this money ever since I was a kid
Told my brother that I got him if he need it pass the clip
Really down to take a life see I'm the reaper call me Hitt
I'm the type to take you from your man when you're lonely
Hating motherfuckers from the stands you can blow me
I can run you for your bitch at anytime she think she know me
Fucking with a hippie eating shrooms and clutching 40's
Lemme show you lil shorty just how the fuck the game go
See that I'm stunting just by the way my chain glow
It's all for the money I'm never wantin fame hoe
But you know that I'm runnin an I ain't never chase hoes
Know that I'm thumbin through all these blue hunnids
Tell me lil baby just tell me who want it
Hatin on the kid but I ain't do nothin
If my brother said he got me we gon do something
Wasn't really thinking it's my time but I guess it is
See me an they breaking all they necks like the exorcist
I be havin dead thoughts thinking imma pessimist
You gon have to listen to my shit to get the rest of it
I'm the type to take you from your man when you're lonely
Hop inside the whip an we can listen to some oldies
I ain't never need another bitch an that's on me
You the type to listen to a fib you don't know me
I'm the type to take you from your man when you're lonely
Hop inside the whip an we can listen to some oldies
I ain't never need another bitch an that's on me
You the type to listen to a fib you don't know me
I'm the type to take you from your man when you're lonely
Hop inside the whip an we can listen to some oldies
I ain't never need another bitch an that's on me
You the type to listen to a fib you don't know me
I'm the type to take you from your man when you're lonely
Hop inside the whip an we can listen to some oldies
I ain't never need another bitch an that's on me
You the type to listen to a fib you don't know me
I'm real life
You a fable that's a fib
He was talking bout the guns
Til we showed up at his crib
Took his money took his bitch
But he act like he the shit
You's a phony
So don't be acting like you know me
I've been moving how I want to fuck an image you a bitch
Give a fuck bout what they saying imma show em what it is
You can't knock me off my pivot I've been doing this for years
I got the game up in my bag and I've been driving foreign whips
Working real hard
And I ain't stopping til I'm rich
Swear to god I loved this money ever since I was a kid
Told my brother that I got him if he need it pass the clip
Really down to take a life see I'm the reaper call me Hitt
I'm the type to take you from your man when you're lonely
Hating motherfuckers from the stands you can blow me
I can run you for your bitch at anytime she think she know me
Fucking with a hippie eating shrooms and clutching 40's
Lemme show you lil shorty just how the fuck the game go
See that I'm stunting just by the way my chain glow
It's all for the money I'm never wantin fame hoe
But you know that I'm runnin an I ain't never chase hoes
Know that I'm thumbin through all these blue hunnids
Tell me lil baby just tell me who want it
Hatin on the kid but I ain't do nothin
If my brother said he got me we gon do something
Wasn't really thinking it's my time but I guess it is
See me an they breaking all they necks like the exorcist
I be havin dead thoughts thinking imma pessimist
You gon have to listen to my shit to get the rest of it
I'm the type to take you from your man when you're lonely
Hop inside the whip an we can listen to some oldies
I ain't never need another bitch an that's on me
You the type to listen to a fib you don't know me
I'm the type to take you from your man when you're lonely
Hop inside the whip an we can listen to some oldies
I ain't never need another bitch an that's on me
You the type to listen to a fib you don't know me
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Writer(s): Isaac Mccoy
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