8 Days in the H
I'm in the H it's the land of the sippers
Might Drop on some big booty bitches
Might get some top by a exotic stripper
might pull out the camera and flex for my niggas
Other bitch on my line she keep sayin she miss me
And her friend on the other line saying she wit it
I been on my grind to the bands I'm committed
Ain't none for hoe so she stuck in her feelings
Don't give a fuck I'm so numb to the feelings
Gone off of drugs I'm so numb to the feeling
Stuck in the zone call you back in a minute
I said I would call you right back and i didn't
Moving solo I'm ducked off on a mission
Push it, i ain't got no key to the engine
Niggas can't read between lines they don't get it
Niggas can't read between lines cuz they sniff it
Pull up to the H i been gone i been drippin
Gotta make plays lately my hands have been itching
Cant fuck with this niggaz my mind on a million
Had to make something shake aint no time for no chillin
Had to take to roll this wood up
Niggaz ain't really gangsta cant throw your hood up
You ain't really trappin you cant fool us
Yea i know it look like you winning you really loosing
I dont give a fuck what they say
Ship it out straight from the bay
Party hard till she cant feel her face
Stack a few Ms and i stay out the way
I been in the trap almost 8 days out of the week
Bitches want my time im at the stu and i can sleep
I got think way too much i blame it on my ADD
They wanna get Ps for the low
But imma serve the twenty three
Bitches they treat me like Jordan
Now i ignore them
Cuz i rather pull up in foreigns
Blunt wake me up in the morning
Wake me like foldgers
I feel like the world on my shoulder
cant these bum niggaz get over
Bitch im a soldier
Been bout that bread
But you wont catch me loafing
Glock on my hip dont get put on a poster
Lean got me moving slow motion
Had to take to roll this wood up
Niggaz ain't really gangsta cant throw your hood up
You ain't really trappin you cant fool us
Yea i know it look like you winning you really loosing
I dont give a fuck what they say
ship it out straight from the bay
Party hard till she cant feel her face
Stack a few Ms and i stay out the way
I been in the trap almost 8 days out of the week
Bitches want my time im at the stu and i can sleep
I got think way too much i blame it on my ADD
They wanna get Ps for the low
But imma serve the twenty three
Might Drop on some big booty bitches
Might get some top by a exotic stripper
might pull out the camera and flex for my niggas
Other bitch on my line she keep sayin she miss me
And her friend on the other line saying she wit it
I been on my grind to the bands I'm committed
Ain't none for hoe so she stuck in her feelings
Don't give a fuck I'm so numb to the feelings
Gone off of drugs I'm so numb to the feeling
Stuck in the zone call you back in a minute
I said I would call you right back and i didn't
Moving solo I'm ducked off on a mission
Push it, i ain't got no key to the engine
Niggas can't read between lines they don't get it
Niggas can't read between lines cuz they sniff it
Pull up to the H i been gone i been drippin
Gotta make plays lately my hands have been itching
Cant fuck with this niggaz my mind on a million
Had to make something shake aint no time for no chillin
Had to take to roll this wood up
Niggaz ain't really gangsta cant throw your hood up
You ain't really trappin you cant fool us
Yea i know it look like you winning you really loosing
I dont give a fuck what they say
Ship it out straight from the bay
Party hard till she cant feel her face
Stack a few Ms and i stay out the way
I been in the trap almost 8 days out of the week
Bitches want my time im at the stu and i can sleep
I got think way too much i blame it on my ADD
They wanna get Ps for the low
But imma serve the twenty three
Bitches they treat me like Jordan
Now i ignore them
Cuz i rather pull up in foreigns
Blunt wake me up in the morning
Wake me like foldgers
I feel like the world on my shoulder
cant these bum niggaz get over
Bitch im a soldier
Been bout that bread
But you wont catch me loafing
Glock on my hip dont get put on a poster
Lean got me moving slow motion
Had to take to roll this wood up
Niggaz ain't really gangsta cant throw your hood up
You ain't really trappin you cant fool us
Yea i know it look like you winning you really loosing
I dont give a fuck what they say
ship it out straight from the bay
Party hard till she cant feel her face
Stack a few Ms and i stay out the way
I been in the trap almost 8 days out of the week
Bitches want my time im at the stu and i can sleep
I got think way too much i blame it on my ADD
They wanna get Ps for the low
But imma serve the twenty three
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Writer(s): Shyrod Anderson
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