Lonely With the Gang
I can't trust nobody 'round me
I don't know what they might do
Made 500 in a night woo
Damn little bitch was your wife
Ew
Well she's 'bout to be my side too
Yeah oo oo
I don't think these niggas really like me oof
Shawty hit my phone when her night's free oof
Vapor in our eyes need some Visine oof
Money too long need a yardstick yeah
Got some hoes tryna get in the apartment yeah
Touch my niggas we gon' empty out a cartridge yeah
Homie's in the backyard trying to spark shit yeah
All these fake niggas steady tryna to start shit
Still be lonely with the gang that's some hard shit
I'd be feeling myself I'm a narcissist
My light up the spot I'm an arsonist
OK OK
We in the Uber Poppin bottles of rosè
I get under shawty skin like some rosacea
Let a nigga hit what you holding
Yeah yeah
I can't trust nobody 'round me
I don't know what they might do
Made 500 in a night woo
Damn little bitch was your wife
Ew
Well she's 'bout to be my side too
Yeah oo oo
I don't think these niggas really like me oof
Shawty hit my phone when her night's free oof
Vapor in our eyes need some Visine oof
Money too long need a yardstick yeah
Got some hoes tryna get in the apartment yeah
Touch my niggas we gon' empty out a cartridge yeah
Homie's in the backyard trying to spark shit yeah
All these fake niggas steady tryna to start shit
Still be lonely with the gang that's some hard shit
I'd be feeling myself I'm a narcissist
My light up the spot I'm an arsonist
I don't know what they might do
Made 500 in a night woo
Damn little bitch was your wife
Ew
Well she's 'bout to be my side too
Yeah oo oo
I don't think these niggas really like me oof
Shawty hit my phone when her night's free oof
Vapor in our eyes need some Visine oof
Money too long need a yardstick yeah
Got some hoes tryna get in the apartment yeah
Touch my niggas we gon' empty out a cartridge yeah
Homie's in the backyard trying to spark shit yeah
All these fake niggas steady tryna to start shit
Still be lonely with the gang that's some hard shit
I'd be feeling myself I'm a narcissist
My light up the spot I'm an arsonist
OK OK
We in the Uber Poppin bottles of rosè
I get under shawty skin like some rosacea
Let a nigga hit what you holding
Yeah yeah
I can't trust nobody 'round me
I don't know what they might do
Made 500 in a night woo
Damn little bitch was your wife
Ew
Well she's 'bout to be my side too
Yeah oo oo
I don't think these niggas really like me oof
Shawty hit my phone when her night's free oof
Vapor in our eyes need some Visine oof
Money too long need a yardstick yeah
Got some hoes tryna get in the apartment yeah
Touch my niggas we gon' empty out a cartridge yeah
Homie's in the backyard trying to spark shit yeah
All these fake niggas steady tryna to start shit
Still be lonely with the gang that's some hard shit
I'd be feeling myself I'm a narcissist
My light up the spot I'm an arsonist
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Writer(s): Denim Raine
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