2020
My life a movie, I ain't got the volume on can't tell me shit
Life a bitch, and she a groupie drunk and acting stupid
Looked in my wallet then got hit by cupid real infatuation
But I'm always movin on
ON to the next thing
ON to better things
ON to my enemies
Ima FUCKIN swing
On my throne became a king
On to bettering
Safety off and I let it sing
Get to cutting strings
I ain't got no ties tween you and me
Bitch take a look at me
Talk my shit and talk it truthfully
Full of myself fucking these bitches till they full of me
Aint had help, had to hop in my prime and get out the trees
Whatchu really see
When you
Look
At
Me
My hearts
Racing
Cant match my speed
Everyone wanted to change me
I had to leave
When I do my shit I do it to the tenth degree
Pussy boys that I put in the dirt, I ain't move a muscle
Funny when I make this uzi sing he do the futsal shuffle
I was dissin on these fuckboys it was everything but subtle
These boys lives full of bad jokes like a drunk uncle
And they ain't with the game plan they ain't hear what's in the huddle
My nine is my mistress she gets fingered nah we don't cuddle
I do this shit like light work iont know the hustle
Nah man I ain't felt the struggle made a wave out of a puddle
(Ooh)
Spades and aces in my pillow cases I ain't smoke my dope
I turned green right back into green wavy Picasso
I need what I'm missin so my new name sleepy hollow
And these girls all look like models iont know which ass to follow
Fuck that
I got the gas bitch
Pussy boys sleeping on me dislocate they atlas
I cant have people on my dick if that's where my bitch ass is
They talking bout these kids behind me
But bitch that's where the past is
She want the juice like the kool aid man and I have it
Tell my enemies get on 5G they don't want no static
Copped my first quap served it out the back end
Life a real bitch she think that I'm attractive
When she
Look at me
My hearts
Racing
Cant match my speed
Everyone wanted to change me
I had to leave
When I do my shit I do it to the tenth degree
Evil in my eyes
Love bussin out my heart
I leave a bitch traumatized
Leave a queen wanting more
Up it squeeze you don't want nothin with me
Lil bitch you flaggin
Stuck in the trees 10 deep on my jeans call it high fashion
Bitch said Ima meet my maker I looked in the mirror
When I'm looking at my money all these other friends disappear
Best friends dead mangekyo sharingan
But I look at this bread all I see is blue
And then its gone
Made my life my bitch
Thats my new bitch
I know i got the answer these motherfuckers clueless
Ruthless
Doin my dirt like a broomstick
Hop up in my whip and do a drift
Uh Money touch my pockets and I watch it do a flip
Uh running from my ops I turn around and lose a clip
The chosen one frozen in the sun water overflowing on my wrist
Sliding thru aint send an addy cuz you know I'm with yo bitch
When she
Look at me
My hearts
Racing
Cant match my speed
Everyone wanted to change me
I had to leave
When I do my shit I do it to the tenth degree
Life a bitch, and she a groupie drunk and acting stupid
Looked in my wallet then got hit by cupid real infatuation
But I'm always movin on
ON to the next thing
ON to better things
ON to my enemies
Ima FUCKIN swing
On my throne became a king
On to bettering
Safety off and I let it sing
Get to cutting strings
I ain't got no ties tween you and me
Bitch take a look at me
Talk my shit and talk it truthfully
Full of myself fucking these bitches till they full of me
Aint had help, had to hop in my prime and get out the trees
Whatchu really see
When you
Look
At
Me
My hearts
Racing
Cant match my speed
Everyone wanted to change me
I had to leave
When I do my shit I do it to the tenth degree
Pussy boys that I put in the dirt, I ain't move a muscle
Funny when I make this uzi sing he do the futsal shuffle
I was dissin on these fuckboys it was everything but subtle
These boys lives full of bad jokes like a drunk uncle
And they ain't with the game plan they ain't hear what's in the huddle
My nine is my mistress she gets fingered nah we don't cuddle
I do this shit like light work iont know the hustle
Nah man I ain't felt the struggle made a wave out of a puddle
(Ooh)
Spades and aces in my pillow cases I ain't smoke my dope
I turned green right back into green wavy Picasso
I need what I'm missin so my new name sleepy hollow
And these girls all look like models iont know which ass to follow
Fuck that
I got the gas bitch
Pussy boys sleeping on me dislocate they atlas
I cant have people on my dick if that's where my bitch ass is
They talking bout these kids behind me
But bitch that's where the past is
She want the juice like the kool aid man and I have it
Tell my enemies get on 5G they don't want no static
Copped my first quap served it out the back end
Life a real bitch she think that I'm attractive
When she
Look at me
My hearts
Racing
Cant match my speed
Everyone wanted to change me
I had to leave
When I do my shit I do it to the tenth degree
Evil in my eyes
Love bussin out my heart
I leave a bitch traumatized
Leave a queen wanting more
Up it squeeze you don't want nothin with me
Lil bitch you flaggin
Stuck in the trees 10 deep on my jeans call it high fashion
Bitch said Ima meet my maker I looked in the mirror
When I'm looking at my money all these other friends disappear
Best friends dead mangekyo sharingan
But I look at this bread all I see is blue
And then its gone
Made my life my bitch
Thats my new bitch
I know i got the answer these motherfuckers clueless
Ruthless
Doin my dirt like a broomstick
Hop up in my whip and do a drift
Uh Money touch my pockets and I watch it do a flip
Uh running from my ops I turn around and lose a clip
The chosen one frozen in the sun water overflowing on my wrist
Sliding thru aint send an addy cuz you know I'm with yo bitch
When she
Look at me
My hearts
Racing
Cant match my speed
Everyone wanted to change me
I had to leave
When I do my shit I do it to the tenth degree
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Papadoyianis
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