Love Me (Inturlude)
I was stuck on you but now I'll find me someone new
Pistols singing drugs and banging
But I'll change the word for you
What you gonna say when all the stars fall out the sky
Sticks and stones they break my bones but it will kill me if you lie
Free Kodak
All this cash on me this grind money
Was down bad I had to slime something
I up'd it on that boy for 900
Say they gone kill me I ain't hiding from 'em
I beat that boy to sleep
My mama washed me down with bleach
Now I'm traumatized I can't sleep and I can't eat
But if you play you'll be a plate you'll be a gourmet feast
And life had taught me all my lessons so I'm like fuck my teachers
Come shop with me and I'm gone bless you I'm like fuck the preacher
I tell lil' Jaja it's way more to life than drug dealing
But I'mma hypocrite because when I told him I had drugs on me
That extends leaping off the hip so I can't judge homie
My pockets full of knots but I don't got no mob ties
Free J.Harris he surrounded by that bobbed wire
My mama tell me go and get a 9 - 5 why
Because these bullets gone do the job when these shots fired
I was stuck on you but now you'll find me someone new
Pistols singing drugs and banging
Hope I do not make the news
What you gonna say when the sun falls out the sky
Sticks and stones may break my bones but it will kill me if you lie
Pistols singing drugs and banging
But I'll change the word for you
What you gonna say when all the stars fall out the sky
Sticks and stones they break my bones but it will kill me if you lie
Free Kodak
All this cash on me this grind money
Was down bad I had to slime something
I up'd it on that boy for 900
Say they gone kill me I ain't hiding from 'em
I beat that boy to sleep
My mama washed me down with bleach
Now I'm traumatized I can't sleep and I can't eat
But if you play you'll be a plate you'll be a gourmet feast
And life had taught me all my lessons so I'm like fuck my teachers
Come shop with me and I'm gone bless you I'm like fuck the preacher
I tell lil' Jaja it's way more to life than drug dealing
But I'mma hypocrite because when I told him I had drugs on me
That extends leaping off the hip so I can't judge homie
My pockets full of knots but I don't got no mob ties
Free J.Harris he surrounded by that bobbed wire
My mama tell me go and get a 9 - 5 why
Because these bullets gone do the job when these shots fired
I was stuck on you but now you'll find me someone new
Pistols singing drugs and banging
Hope I do not make the news
What you gonna say when the sun falls out the sky
Sticks and stones may break my bones but it will kill me if you lie
Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Hayes
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