Stomach Pains

I cant love a basic hoe
Wont get the best from me
I cant love her aye aye yea
I cant love a basic hoe
Wont get the best from me
She said she didnt wanna talk
But she keep textin me
She thought blocking me
Meant she was gon see less of me
You hate im poppin
Baby it coulda be you and me
Wakin up, stomach pains
Last night couldnt feel a thang
My brothers told me slow it down
But they aint felt this type of pain
Been drinkin out the bottle
Swear its liquor runnin through my veins
I wish you could relate
But the life we live just not the same
Backseat
And its full of bad hoes
Ridin round town
And they gon go wherever I go
Got green on me no geico
I get her wet hydro
Shawty gamme crazy head
And now she actin psycho
Smoke big gas aint no stressin me
Shoutout to my plug he hook it up
Yea he be blessin me
Vaughny cook it up
Quick with ease
Dont need a recipe
Only pushin heavy weight
Lil pussy you cant get a g
Imma fuck that bitch 3 times
If she lettin me
You know she lettin me
Got her screamin OMG
Like its the spelling bee
All these niggas pussy
They be sweet just like a jelly bean
Ridin round the city
In my trunk a couple felonies
Purple drank in my cup
Got me snorin
I cant fuck with basic bitches
They too borin
Hop up in a space coupe
And I floor it
Smokin loud pack
No you cant ignore it
Got a lotta bad habits
Bad problems
I cant solve em
If he ever got a problem
Got revolver
Ill resolve it
Everytime im off the shits
Im in my zone
But outta pocket
And dont think I'm scared to shoot it
If I need to imma pop it
Wakin up, stomach pains
Last night couldnt feel a thang
My brothers told me slow it down
But they aint felt this type of pain
Been drinkin out the bottle
Swear its liquor runnin through my veins
I wish you could relate
But the life we live just not the same



Credits
Writer(s): Vaughn Starling
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