Sincerely Yours
I was down on my ass them n*ggas ain't think I was shit
White towel in the back I'm ready to quit
I was down on my ass them niggas didn't think I was shit
Okay white towel in the back in ready to quit
Blood never had hope they know imma miss
Now it's 2,000 full of drip it's all the fit
I walked in the bitch dawg
I press on the gas and I lift off
Please don't try me this coupe came equipped dawg
I know he gone think imma slip off
I'm on 10 why the hell Imma quit dawg
Cause I know I'm the greatest
And I told you I'm patiently waiting
Tell dem boys in the back I'm not playing
I got racks in this bitch that I'm facing yeah
You bitches get dumber and dumber
I ride in Miami and sit in the Camry
And keep all the money hummers
I treat like candy incase she wanna try me
I feed to her to all bruddas
Keep 9 in Fanny it still come in handy
You know I can't trust me a sucker
I walk in this bitch I'm in vanish mode
Don't play wit the kid I'm in amber alert
I don't want be seen with you childish hoes
My girl got me covers that feel like animal
Cause they still think I'm animal
This money heel pain another note
I feel like I keep me a ton of those
I'm laughing but really ain't funny though yeah yeah
She freak and she tatted like amber rose
This choppa stick out like an antelope
I pull out this bitch for the enemies
Give my hitter some money in envelopes
Fuck reminiscing and memories
Delete all this shit from the camera roll
No capping I'm really the general yeah
I was down on my ass them niggas didn't think I was shit
Okay white towel in the back in ready to quit
Blood never had hope they know imma miss
Now it's 2,000 full of drip it's all the fit
I walked in the bitch dawg
I press on the gas and I lift off
Please don't try me this coupe came equipped dawg
I know he gone think imma slip off
I'm on 10 why the hell Imma quit dawg
Cause I know I'm the greatest
And I told you I'm patiently waiting
Tell dem boys in the back I'm not playing
I got racks in this bitch that I'm facing yeah
When I put this shit on it's amazing
Keep it real with me fuck all the faking
I could see through the flaws and hating
Prada shoes make these bitches a feen
Presidential I feel like Reagan
And I told you Amiri jeans
We ain't brothers I don't relations
Ain't no way that you fuckin wit me yeah
Top boy walk on a beat
Tell the hoe there no loving with me
In the front and I'm taking the lead
It's funny how niggas believe
Everything that the media feeds
Clout make a nigga a fiend
And you bitches is not how it seems
Too authentic I can't be deceived yeah
White towel in the back I'm ready to quit
I was down on my ass them niggas didn't think I was shit
Okay white towel in the back in ready to quit
Blood never had hope they know imma miss
Now it's 2,000 full of drip it's all the fit
I walked in the bitch dawg
I press on the gas and I lift off
Please don't try me this coupe came equipped dawg
I know he gone think imma slip off
I'm on 10 why the hell Imma quit dawg
Cause I know I'm the greatest
And I told you I'm patiently waiting
Tell dem boys in the back I'm not playing
I got racks in this bitch that I'm facing yeah
You bitches get dumber and dumber
I ride in Miami and sit in the Camry
And keep all the money hummers
I treat like candy incase she wanna try me
I feed to her to all bruddas
Keep 9 in Fanny it still come in handy
You know I can't trust me a sucker
I walk in this bitch I'm in vanish mode
Don't play wit the kid I'm in amber alert
I don't want be seen with you childish hoes
My girl got me covers that feel like animal
Cause they still think I'm animal
This money heel pain another note
I feel like I keep me a ton of those
I'm laughing but really ain't funny though yeah yeah
She freak and she tatted like amber rose
This choppa stick out like an antelope
I pull out this bitch for the enemies
Give my hitter some money in envelopes
Fuck reminiscing and memories
Delete all this shit from the camera roll
No capping I'm really the general yeah
I was down on my ass them niggas didn't think I was shit
Okay white towel in the back in ready to quit
Blood never had hope they know imma miss
Now it's 2,000 full of drip it's all the fit
I walked in the bitch dawg
I press on the gas and I lift off
Please don't try me this coupe came equipped dawg
I know he gone think imma slip off
I'm on 10 why the hell Imma quit dawg
Cause I know I'm the greatest
And I told you I'm patiently waiting
Tell dem boys in the back I'm not playing
I got racks in this bitch that I'm facing yeah
When I put this shit on it's amazing
Keep it real with me fuck all the faking
I could see through the flaws and hating
Prada shoes make these bitches a feen
Presidential I feel like Reagan
And I told you Amiri jeans
We ain't brothers I don't relations
Ain't no way that you fuckin wit me yeah
Top boy walk on a beat
Tell the hoe there no loving with me
In the front and I'm taking the lead
It's funny how niggas believe
Everything that the media feeds
Clout make a nigga a fiend
And you bitches is not how it seems
Too authentic I can't be deceived yeah
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Writer(s): Triston Thomas
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