T'd
Okay
Ride out, I'ma do it for the team
Got my nine out, that's a brand new piece
Come to my house, yeah we getting so T'd
Got some shit up on my mind I'ma try and let it be
Baby you my rock you my motherfucking boulder
Going to the top then I'm jumping right over
I ain't never sober
Think I got a problem but my homies turn they shoulder
Thinking I'm a joker
This shit ain't no joke man
Running from my own friends
Money in the fridge don't be sleeping on my cold bands
Tear your fucking heart up out your chest I got cold hands
Telling me that I'm a fucking mess from the low lands
How you gone be talking all that shit about myself
Like you don't even know nothing maybe I can help
I can tell you the truth but it's finna give you hell
Take you back to your mistakes like does it ring a bell
Cause I can't even tell got to fix it on your own
Don't you hit me on my cell bitch stay up out my phone
You can try to make it right but it's all about your tone
But if I'm about to die I ain't trying to be alone
Ride out, I'ma do it for the team
Got my nine out, that's a brand new piece
Come to my house, yeah we getting so T'd
Got some shit up on my mind I'ma try and let it be
Running running run your mouth
Where the fuck you going now
What the hell is going down
Why I can't stop slowing down
I ain't off a bean
I ain't off a perc
I ain't sipping lean bitch I just smoke the purp
Don't be calling me a cop but I just killed the perp
Swallowing the evidence I get it right back when I burp
I'ma tell you everything I know but it's gone fucking hurt
This shit better fucking work
Time for me to get to work
I'ma get it back though
I ain't use the back door
Coming through the front big balls in my sack hoe
Sorry if I'm blunt got to stay about my facts bro
Gotta maintain my stacks yo
Ride out, I'ma do it for the team
Got my nine out, that's a brand new piece
Come to my house, yeah we getting so T'd
Got some shit up on my mind I'ma try and let it be
Baby you my rock you my motherfucking boulder
Going to the top then I'm jumping right over
I ain't never sober
Think I got a problem but my homies turn they shoulder
Thinking I'm a joker
This shit ain't no joke man
Running from my own friends
Money in the fridge don't be sleeping on my cold bands
Tear your fucking heart up out your chest I got cold hands
Telling me that I'm a fucking mess from the low lands
How you gone be talking all that shit about myself
Like you don't even know nothing maybe I can help
I can tell you the truth but it's finna give you hell
Take you back to your mistakes like does it ring a bell
Cause I can't even tell got to fix it on your own
Don't you hit me on my cell bitch stay up out my phone
You can try to make it right but it's all about your tone
But if I'm about to die I ain't trying to be alone
Ride out, I'ma do it for the team
Got my nine out, that's a brand new piece
Come to my house, yeah we getting so T'd
Got some shit up on my mind I'ma try and let it be
Running running run your mouth
Where the fuck you going now
What the hell is going down
Why I can't stop slowing down
I ain't off a bean
I ain't off a perc
I ain't sipping lean bitch I just smoke the purp
Don't be calling me a cop but I just killed the perp
Swallowing the evidence I get it right back when I burp
I'ma tell you everything I know but it's gone fucking hurt
This shit better fucking work
Time for me to get to work
I'ma get it back though
I ain't use the back door
Coming through the front big balls in my sack hoe
Sorry if I'm blunt got to stay about my facts bro
Gotta maintain my stacks yo
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Writer(s): Parker Schaich
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