Myself
Fuck the cops they tryna lock me in a cell
I might go to heaven, bitch you go to hell
I see rats around me, I could never tell
Load the chop up it sing just like Adele
Back to back move bricks and bales
Triple vacuum seal, no smell
Goin up just like stairwell
Sippin drank this not propel
I got too much clientele
I got too much clientele
I got too much clientele
Please don't ring me on my cell
Scamming, swiping on a dell
My brother swipe for the hotel
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Fuck the cops they tryna lock me in a cell
I might go to heaven, bitch you go to hell
I see rats around me, I could never tell
Load the chop up it sing just like Adele
Back to back move bricks and bales
Triple vacuum seal no smell
Goin up just like stairwell
Sippin drank this not propel
I got too much clientele
I got too much clientele
I got too much clientele
Please don't ring me on my cell
Scamming, swiping on a dell
My brother swipe for the hotel
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
I might go to heaven, bitch you go to hell
I see rats around me, I could never tell
Load the chop up it sing just like Adele
Back to back move bricks and bales
Triple vacuum seal, no smell
Goin up just like stairwell
Sippin drank this not propel
I got too much clientele
I got too much clientele
I got too much clientele
Please don't ring me on my cell
Scamming, swiping on a dell
My brother swipe for the hotel
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Fuck the cops they tryna lock me in a cell
I might go to heaven, bitch you go to hell
I see rats around me, I could never tell
Load the chop up it sing just like Adele
Back to back move bricks and bales
Triple vacuum seal no smell
Goin up just like stairwell
Sippin drank this not propel
I got too much clientele
I got too much clientele
I got too much clientele
Please don't ring me on my cell
Scamming, swiping on a dell
My brother swipe for the hotel
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
Don't care bout nothin' but myself
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Writer(s): Jackson Jones
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