WEAK
Aye, aye, yea
Bitch i'm weak
Load the choppa' let it speak
Came in with that fuckin' heat
I know that girl she a freak
Pass a nigga to next week
My necklace, yeah that shit is very Heavy
We came up with nothing
Bussing Jugs in a chevy
Getting close to me?
I couldn't even Let you
Think ya nose running
Here a tissue
He told me Bella i just miss you
He said Baby lemme kiss you
You get left like dismissal
Look you in your eyes
The definition of defeat
This shit you sewn, it's time to reap
It's a disguise
And I can't let a fuck nigga eat
I despise, all that shit you telling lies
Yeah all that shit you telling lies
Oh nah nah nah
Oh nah nah nah
Oh nah nah nah
Bitch it's Royal and the Reaper
Wah gwan' young blood
It's nice to meet ya
Niggas pockets paid
Riding round in that Beamer
Nigga wasn't on shit so i had to flee ya
See ya, nigga don't wanna be ya
Fuck em
And I know who fuckin' with me
On my journey
While I paint my colors like Da'Vinci
Purify my spirit
Keep it clear and keep a distance
Come this time next year you gone
See I've been on my shit man
Believe dat
Niggas is up don't give a fuck
Pussy ass nigga step your luck up
Better yet, stack your fucking bag up
Bitch i'm weak
Load the choppa let it speak
Came in with that fuckin heat
I know that girl she a freak
Pass a nigga to next week
My necklace, yeah that shit is very Heavy
Yea
Bitch i'm weak
Load the choppa' let it speak
Came in with that fuckin' heat
I know that girl she a freak
Pass a nigga to next week
My necklace, yeah that shit is very Heavy
We came up with nothing
Bussing Jugs in a chevy
Getting close to me?
I couldn't even Let you
Think ya nose running
Here a tissue
He told me Bella i just miss you
He said Baby lemme kiss you
You get left like dismissal
Look you in your eyes
The definition of defeat
This shit you sewn, it's time to reap
It's a disguise
And I can't let a fuck nigga eat
I despise, all that shit you telling lies
Yeah all that shit you telling lies
Oh nah nah nah
Oh nah nah nah
Oh nah nah nah
Bitch it's Royal and the Reaper
Wah gwan' young blood
It's nice to meet ya
Niggas pockets paid
Riding round in that Beamer
Nigga wasn't on shit so i had to flee ya
See ya, nigga don't wanna be ya
Fuck em
And I know who fuckin' with me
On my journey
While I paint my colors like Da'Vinci
Purify my spirit
Keep it clear and keep a distance
Come this time next year you gone
See I've been on my shit man
Believe dat
Niggas is up don't give a fuck
Pussy ass nigga step your luck up
Better yet, stack your fucking bag up
Bitch i'm weak
Load the choppa let it speak
Came in with that fuckin heat
I know that girl she a freak
Pass a nigga to next week
My necklace, yeah that shit is very Heavy
Yea
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Writer(s): Grier Womack
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