Gloom

Work hard run it up
Hot head so I stay in a cooler
Money is time, 10 pack, dime
Time is money, Franck Muller
Down bad on my lonely, I remember you would call me a loser
Now treesh on my body, Calling me papi
Think she like how I'm movin'
Smoking this gas in love with the fumes
Good dope put her in a good mood
These niggas not getting no cash
These niggas not gettin' no loot
Shoot for the stars and aim for the moon
This white tee not no fruit of the loom
These days I'm in love with the gloom
Stuck in my ways, playin it cool Ooo

Pulled up with my nina
We was lookin drippy aquafina
She like stay away from the treeshas
They be flockin' once they get to see ya
She calling me like ima Fema
Blew my phone up, I don't need her
Move in silence when they see us,
Jay Critch she askin' me to speak up
Off white like a preacher, I just hit a play for the breesha
Could never settle for a treesha, they be jackin I'm the slim reaper
She a private dancer like Tina, said she into me like Tamia
She be playin niggas like Fifa, pray I never love on a skeeza

Work hard run it up
Hot head so I stay in a cooler
Money is time, 10 pack, dime
Time is money, Franck Muller
Down bad on my lonely
I remember you would call me a loser
Now treesh on my body, Calling me papi
Think she like how I'm movin'
Smoking this gas in love with the fumes
Good dope put her in a good mood
These niggas not getting no cash
These niggas not gettin' no loot
Shoot for the stars and aim for the moon
This white tee not no fruit of the loom
These days I'm in love with the gloom
Stuck in my ways, playin it cool Ooo

I know a baba who stay in the towns
I pull up on her she just wanna go down
Good dope, shootin' no scope
If she squeeze the berretta, that's a hunnid rounds
I'm jackin' her heavy, she really a wetty
She gimme the becky, I'm up in the clouds
She screaming my name, I'm loving the sound
Still feel like that nigga when she not around
This lifestyle I'm livin' not new to me, shit get through to me
Gotta watch how I move, no buffoonery
Claim I'm changin' up, that could never be
Different niggas be jackin' cool wit me
Like I'm wit the shits, wit the foolery
Feel like I need a new centerpiece
No accessories, need new energy

Work hard run it up
Hot head so I stay in a cooler
Money is time, 10 pack, dime
Time is money, Franck Muller
Down bad on my lonely
I remember you would call me a loser
Now treesh on my body, Calling me papi
Think she like how I'm movin'
Smoking this gas in love with the fumes
Good dope put her in a good mood
These niggas not getting no cash
These niggas not gettin' no loot
Shoot for the stars and aim for the moon
This white tee not no fruit of the loom
These days I'm in love with the gloom
Stuck in my ways, playin it cool Ooo



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Otunba
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