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JD On The Track
Iceberg Want A Bag Bitch
Its stressing me
Got mama texting me
Mama they tryna take me out
Thats why i bring the weapons in
I was sleeping on that couch
And now i count 100 grand
When they see you got some money
Swear you got 100 friends
They be quick to say i changed
But they won't never understand though
Tired of pressing 5
And i swear i ain't lighting candles
Young nigga still alive
So I'm surviving through this sand storm
This nina got my back
If she ain't with me then it's hands on
You fuck around get blamed on
Like fuck is man doing
We be sliding hear them van doors
Them choppas paid for
I cut ties and i got paid more
I'm having brainstorms
Aventador i swear it's main sport
Don't even play sports
All these emotions they been treating me
Hiding it so secretly
High up off the drugs
Because my feelings been mistreating me
People ain't believe in me
My baby mama leaving me
All this stress been holding in
Its taking 'way my decency
This ain't what it's 'pose to be
Niggas can't get close to me
Told you all my secrets
You got mad and start exposing me
Having talks with god because them demons keep controlling me
Since i lost my dawg i swear to god it took my soul from me
I'm having dreams i let my thoughts get so ahead of me
Its so much drama into it with my integrity
You wasn't who you was out to be and it's upsetting me
I see them niggas yeah they tryna steal my recipe
Two seater ride with 2 heaters
Rest in peace my nigga Chai
Swear that boy a true demon
He just wanted us to shine
Now my wrist is Aquafina
It's middle fingers to the sky
Fuck yo' favors i don't need 'em
Stains in a sweatshirt
Baby asking me like what's yo' net worth
Smoking dodi ah it make my chest hurt
Baby boy keep playing get yo' set hurt
Put 'em on a stretcher
They gon' ride the wave because they know that we trendsetters
Hit her from behind i got her screaming out her back hurt
Yeah all i do is bomb no Vietnam my shooters experts
And yea i hit decline because you owe me pay yo' debt first
We threw the work in the pot
Heard he want smoke so we gon' stay on his block
We used to duck from the cops
Now i take elevators cause i live on the top
You niggas is not on my time
Get put in her place
If a bitch ever get outta line
They know I'm one of a kind
I'm going retarded i'm thinking I'm sick in the mind
Stains in a sweatshirt
Baby asking me like what's yo' net worth
Smoking dodi ah it make my chest hurt
Baby boy keep playing get yo' set hurt
Iceberg Want A Bag Bitch
Its stressing me
Got mama texting me
Mama they tryna take me out
Thats why i bring the weapons in
I was sleeping on that couch
And now i count 100 grand
When they see you got some money
Swear you got 100 friends
They be quick to say i changed
But they won't never understand though
Tired of pressing 5
And i swear i ain't lighting candles
Young nigga still alive
So I'm surviving through this sand storm
This nina got my back
If she ain't with me then it's hands on
You fuck around get blamed on
Like fuck is man doing
We be sliding hear them van doors
Them choppas paid for
I cut ties and i got paid more
I'm having brainstorms
Aventador i swear it's main sport
Don't even play sports
All these emotions they been treating me
Hiding it so secretly
High up off the drugs
Because my feelings been mistreating me
People ain't believe in me
My baby mama leaving me
All this stress been holding in
Its taking 'way my decency
This ain't what it's 'pose to be
Niggas can't get close to me
Told you all my secrets
You got mad and start exposing me
Having talks with god because them demons keep controlling me
Since i lost my dawg i swear to god it took my soul from me
I'm having dreams i let my thoughts get so ahead of me
Its so much drama into it with my integrity
You wasn't who you was out to be and it's upsetting me
I see them niggas yeah they tryna steal my recipe
Two seater ride with 2 heaters
Rest in peace my nigga Chai
Swear that boy a true demon
He just wanted us to shine
Now my wrist is Aquafina
It's middle fingers to the sky
Fuck yo' favors i don't need 'em
Stains in a sweatshirt
Baby asking me like what's yo' net worth
Smoking dodi ah it make my chest hurt
Baby boy keep playing get yo' set hurt
Put 'em on a stretcher
They gon' ride the wave because they know that we trendsetters
Hit her from behind i got her screaming out her back hurt
Yeah all i do is bomb no Vietnam my shooters experts
And yea i hit decline because you owe me pay yo' debt first
We threw the work in the pot
Heard he want smoke so we gon' stay on his block
We used to duck from the cops
Now i take elevators cause i live on the top
You niggas is not on my time
Get put in her place
If a bitch ever get outta line
They know I'm one of a kind
I'm going retarded i'm thinking I'm sick in the mind
Stains in a sweatshirt
Baby asking me like what's yo' net worth
Smoking dodi ah it make my chest hurt
Baby boy keep playing get yo' set hurt
Credits
Writer(s): Joao Victor Alba Duarte, Dylan Berg, Munir Jones, Rasheen Jones
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