iSLEEPWITHMY9
Take another hit then it's back to the chase
Do the dash spend a rack then it's back to the race
Got the gat on my waist
(???)
You won't really think I'm ballin til I splash in your face
Don't approach me on no friendly shit
unless you my fucking family you hear me
You know how it go
They stay up so I sleep with my 9
I can't trust a soul
I can't trust a bitch except for mine
Boy that's blunt smoke
I like smoking gas and spending time with my lil bro
Told that boy stop trappin', he said "Nah"
Nineteen years old XENO had to go get it
Twenty years old spent your rent on my fit
I just got a ticket out
Got his name scribbled out
Bitch that's just business
The bread what I been about
If he want smoke then come get me
We know you loafin, you actin saditty
He think that he tough cuz he pose with a semi
Sent 32 shots but not one of 'em hit me
Bitch
I be riding 'round with an AK
Send the opposition on a vacay
I ain't tryna play games
But I upped and took one shot
Left the boy head spinning
like a motherfuckin Beyblade
You know how it go
They stay up so I sleep with my 9
I can't trust a soul
I can't trust a bitch except for mine
Boy that's blunt smoke
I like smoking gas and spending time with my lil bro
Told that boy stop trappin', he said "Nah"
Do the dash spend a rack then it's back to the race
Got the gat on my waist
(???)
You won't really think I'm ballin til I splash in your face
Don't approach me on no friendly shit
unless you my fucking family you hear me
You know how it go
They stay up so I sleep with my 9
I can't trust a soul
I can't trust a bitch except for mine
Boy that's blunt smoke
I like smoking gas and spending time with my lil bro
Told that boy stop trappin', he said "Nah"
Nineteen years old XENO had to go get it
Twenty years old spent your rent on my fit
I just got a ticket out
Got his name scribbled out
Bitch that's just business
The bread what I been about
If he want smoke then come get me
We know you loafin, you actin saditty
He think that he tough cuz he pose with a semi
Sent 32 shots but not one of 'em hit me
Bitch
I be riding 'round with an AK
Send the opposition on a vacay
I ain't tryna play games
But I upped and took one shot
Left the boy head spinning
like a motherfuckin Beyblade
You know how it go
They stay up so I sleep with my 9
I can't trust a soul
I can't trust a bitch except for mine
Boy that's blunt smoke
I like smoking gas and spending time with my lil bro
Told that boy stop trappin', he said "Nah"
Credits
Writer(s): José Francisco Donovan Sanchez
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