Dubye

None of these n*ggas gon' follow us
All of these n*ggas are followers
All of their bitches stay calling us
All of them know I won't call 'em back
Wonder who taught 'em that
Funny what they do for dollars, man
Pull up, I pull up, I slaughter that

You need a team, you need a quarterback
We stuntin' we stuntin', you notice that
You frontin, you frontin, we notice that
The Money the money, you know it stack like
Love the fast life, fast cash life
Hittin' licks like Lickitung on a Pokemon Go
Your hoe "Ho-oh, oh,"
Legendary like

Ooo I'm so cold, Ben & Jerry's
While she giving me dome
Real n*gga down to my G-nomes
Talkin' bout how she takin me home
Talkin' bout how she cuffin' me, no
She ain't cuffin' me, no

Bye, and girl I'm gone
No you cannot ride what you want
What you gotta lie for?
Aint finna let you in my life,
Bitch I can't catch a vibe
Took so many losses now I'm dead inside
Heart low but my bread is high Feeling like I'm dead inside
I'm feeling like I'm dead dubye

She gon' hit my line, I know she shouldn't
I got n*ggas riding with me that will pull it
They just mad cause I'm doing what they couldn't
Politickin' is the ballad of the bullet, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't give out your heart, won't get it back
She know I'm a cancer, I get too attached
Imma have to get the bag to be exact
What you put out, that's the shit that you attract, yeah, yeah, yeah
Imma cut her off, she gettin' needy
Tell her nothing that was worth it's coming easy
She know that I'm busy, she won't ever see me
But it's mochella when I see my habibi (yeah, yeah)

Bye, girl I'm gone
No you cannot ride what you want
What you gotta lie for?
Ain't finna let you in my life
Bitch I can't catch a vibe
Took so many losses now I'm dead inside
Heart low but my bread is high
Feeling like I'm dead inside
I'm feeling like I'm dead dubye



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Writer(s): Sharif Emil Slater, Kevin Knox, Ashton Muir
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