Talkin to Shaw
*know what I'm sayin, this just a brief description*
I don took me some Ls that ain't stoppin Shit
I don flushed all the dope till I clogged the bitch
On probation I was poppin alotta shit
Now iHustle for guap I'm jus poppin shit
Had a half in the car when they stopped the bitch
Niggas laughed when my car used to stop and shit
Gasoline but they pullin straight up for this
*the gas good it sell itself*
It was jus me and ma When I plotted this
We gon get us some guap mane it's obvious
How I ended up here on some college shit
Had to swallow some weed I wasn't cautious yet
I ain't kno how to move on som country shit
I'm jus tryna keep my name outta documents
Had a bitch and we fought bout alotta shit
We just pour up; emotions we bottle it
We just fuck; I'm jus glad she's a optimists
She ain't come to nan sho I still fuck wit ha
Any bitch that I fuck still wanna fuck
Any bitch that I loved probably still in love
Yeaaa yeaaaa
Kissin on wedding cake in a tree top
You can keep throwin but I don't see salt
I could never ever ever worry bout a follower
Niggas can't pick up where Syrup leave off
Control this traffic gotta make precalls
I was jus trappin like I can get caught
I was in traffic wit about 6 zones
But I'm from the 10 jus like plus 4
Add another 6 and I'm comin in a hurry
I got the juice, 28 up on my jersey
Settin yo shop you can come and make purchase
*i don told these niggas Soul*
Brought the pressure for Haters
Brought a clip for the takers
Brought the drip like a laker
See you stay with yo friends
You know I stay in my bag
I'm starting to see why they mad
No I won't make amends
No I'm not here to make friends
I came to make me some racks
No I won't play no games
But I might play me a bitch
And she better brang us some bands
When it come to these niggas,
you better play with yo kid, cause we will get on yo ass Yeeee
I need some more of em *Hunchos*
When you came to the spot, ain't get no love
Yo bitch do the most when she on drugs
I heard I'm the reason y'all broke up Yeeee
I got some people that I should've
cut off, but I just didn't out of love
Made mistakes I didn't hold a grudge
Shit you know how it be; I won't judge
Pull up, serve you some pressure in
red bottoms, it's that time of the month
High as fuck and I'm still rollin up
Double cup and still pouring up
Need a lick like a mf stud
Bff cause I got the best bud
Niggas talkin they knew what it was
Shit I'm smokin gon keep up a fuss
YeeYeeeee
Shit I'm smoking gon keep a fuss
I don took me some Ls that ain't stoppin Shit
I don flushed all the dope till I clogged the bitch
On probation I was poppin alotta shit
Now iHustle for guap I'm jus poppin shit
Had a half in the car when they stopped the bitch
Niggas laughed when my car used to stop and shit
Gasoline but they pullin straight up for this
*the gas good it sell itself*
It was jus me and ma When I plotted this
We gon get us some guap mane it's obvious
How I ended up here on some college shit
Had to swallow some weed I wasn't cautious yet
I ain't kno how to move on som country shit
I'm jus tryna keep my name outta documents
Had a bitch and we fought bout alotta shit
We just pour up; emotions we bottle it
We just fuck; I'm jus glad she's a optimists
She ain't come to nan sho I still fuck wit ha
Any bitch that I fuck still wanna fuck
Any bitch that I loved probably still in love
Yeaaa yeaaaa
Kissin on wedding cake in a tree top
You can keep throwin but I don't see salt
I could never ever ever worry bout a follower
Niggas can't pick up where Syrup leave off
Control this traffic gotta make precalls
I was jus trappin like I can get caught
I was in traffic wit about 6 zones
But I'm from the 10 jus like plus 4
Add another 6 and I'm comin in a hurry
I got the juice, 28 up on my jersey
Settin yo shop you can come and make purchase
*i don told these niggas Soul*
Brought the pressure for Haters
Brought a clip for the takers
Brought the drip like a laker
See you stay with yo friends
You know I stay in my bag
I'm starting to see why they mad
No I won't make amends
No I'm not here to make friends
I came to make me some racks
No I won't play no games
But I might play me a bitch
And she better brang us some bands
When it come to these niggas,
you better play with yo kid, cause we will get on yo ass Yeeee
I need some more of em *Hunchos*
When you came to the spot, ain't get no love
Yo bitch do the most when she on drugs
I heard I'm the reason y'all broke up Yeeee
I got some people that I should've
cut off, but I just didn't out of love
Made mistakes I didn't hold a grudge
Shit you know how it be; I won't judge
Pull up, serve you some pressure in
red bottoms, it's that time of the month
High as fuck and I'm still rollin up
Double cup and still pouring up
Need a lick like a mf stud
Bff cause I got the best bud
Niggas talkin they knew what it was
Shit I'm smokin gon keep up a fuss
YeeYeeeee
Shit I'm smoking gon keep a fuss
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