Could Never

Yeah lil nigga he get that shit going
I'm turning up on em all niggas knowing
Under the pressure I can't even fold
Cause I got some exotic gas I'm rolling
Yeah
Peel on you niggas like some shit was stolen
Yeah
I'm on the road on the way to the gold
Yeah
Worried bout me what the fuck is you on
Yeah
Tried to accuse me bout copying flows
I could never

I could never ever trust not a nigga we ain't friends
I know how you feel I ain't dumb you'll get killed
I got big rocks in my ears
Them hoes be shining like chandeliers
Headlights on my neck they looking like dear
Give me the wheel I know where to steer
I'm like Houdini I disappear
They looking for me I'm way outta here
I be rollin front Ima smoke that pronto
Super fucking lit Ganja nigga I'm on auto
No I can't miss a beat on this hoe African Congo
Let me tell you a story about a nigga they gon follow
I got from the nigga they knew to the nigga they know
But that don't mean I changed up on em oh no
A young nigga plant a seed and we all grow
I can't leave one of my dawgs behind I throw the rope

Yeah lil nigga he get that shit going
I'm turning up on em all niggas knowing
Under the pressure I can't even fold
Cause I got some exotic gas I'm rolling
Yeah
Peel on you niggas like some shit was stolen
Yeah
I'm on the road on the way to the gold
Yeah
Worried bout me what the fuck is you on
Yeah
Tried to accuse me bout copying flows
I could never

Damn I got high as I could
Straight up out the mud the flashiest ice a flood
You niggas ain't put in no blood
I believe in the gang we elite that's on me
I had to expand my brain get on board time to eat
I got this big ole coat on and it's hot I'm looking like doctor evil
Got the Voss water droplets hitting em nigga u catch a fever
I ain't listen to no mother fucking teacher fuck the teacher
Ain't no college pull the numerator off of the two seater
I'ma shoot the ball just like Lorenzo
Yeah
I can't feel my lungs from smoking indoor
We just sold em 5 and he gon need like 10 more
Let me get that whole damn box of backwoods out the Citgo
Break that lil hoe down like she a backwood ima chief
My niggas can see right through you, you ain't real ain't hard to peep
Finna put that whole exotic eight inside the fucking leaf
Told my Pa' ima be rich and don't need no fucking A a B's

Yeah lil nigga he get that shit going
I'm turning up on em all niggas knowing
Under the pressure I can't even fold
Cause I got some exotic gas I'm rolling
Yeah
Peel on you niggas like some shit was stolen
Yeah
I'm on the road on the way to the gold
Yeah
Worried bout me what the fuck is you on
Yeah
Tried to accuse me bout copying flows
I could never



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