6:53 Am
Lately I been cutting all my hoes off all I need is these Benny Franklins
Stay focused trying to touch me sum gwap everyday my feet touch that pavement
An I ain't wit the lacking yeah the curry on the rod a do you like bacon
Smoking real good za every time a nigga blaze yeah it got the room stanking
Aww
Lost my heart to the pain from the streets
Gwap still printing no time for to sleep
Vv's hitting like lightning
Stupid water my chest like a beach
Shooter they walk down like dog on a leash
Bad bitch she suck me I fuck her sleep
Wake up she fussing and cussing
God damn I don't know no keyanna kesh
Yeah yeah
A nigga straight working his way to the top
Cut the fakes off
And ever since then I been having a lot
Whip whip
Like i'm working my wrist steering grits in a pot
Yeah yeah
Try to run up on me like sum corn you get pop
Plug send em threw we gone buss down the box
Phone jus like rain cause that bitch it got drops
Bitch I be strap like the back of sum crocks
Ran up that money shit long like sum loc's
For gwap
Every day i'm trying to plot
Solid is all I know
Keep dis shit hunnit
Cotton Socks
Wake everyday bitch I gotta get paid
Keep a bag like I went shopping at daves
Ain't trusting shit niggas switch up like a maze
Wrist it got my pockets filled wit the pape
Exotic i'm smoking is tough like a steak
Grind twenty four no time for the break
Vv's they beating on my chest like a ape
If you ain't gang then on god you a play
Stay focused trying to touch me sum gwap everyday my feet touch that pavement
An I ain't wit the lacking yeah the curry on the rod a do you like bacon
Smoking real good za every time a nigga blaze yeah it got the room stanking
Aww
Lost my heart to the pain from the streets
Gwap still printing no time for to sleep
Vv's hitting like lightning
Stupid water my chest like a beach
Shooter they walk down like dog on a leash
Bad bitch she suck me I fuck her sleep
Wake up she fussing and cussing
God damn I don't know no keyanna kesh
Yeah yeah
A nigga straight working his way to the top
Cut the fakes off
And ever since then I been having a lot
Whip whip
Like i'm working my wrist steering grits in a pot
Yeah yeah
Try to run up on me like sum corn you get pop
Plug send em threw we gone buss down the box
Phone jus like rain cause that bitch it got drops
Bitch I be strap like the back of sum crocks
Ran up that money shit long like sum loc's
For gwap
Every day i'm trying to plot
Solid is all I know
Keep dis shit hunnit
Cotton Socks
Wake everyday bitch I gotta get paid
Keep a bag like I went shopping at daves
Ain't trusting shit niggas switch up like a maze
Wrist it got my pockets filled wit the pape
Exotic i'm smoking is tough like a steak
Grind twenty four no time for the break
Vv's they beating on my chest like a ape
If you ain't gang then on god you a play
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Writer(s): Antonio Mcneezer
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