Sadity
G face, g face, g face, aye
Uh, g face, g face, g face
Then I come aye
Never pick me lackin', Never catch me lackin'
Never catch me lackin'
Bitch we make it happen, Bitch we make it happen
I'm gon' go up and blast, I'm gon' go up and blast
Skrrt, Rari passed
I had to roll like pass
I had to hit that gas
I had to hit that gas on 'em
She wanna hit the gang
She had to put that ass on 'em
I had to blow that bag, yeah
I had to blow that bag, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pick 'em off, yeah
Switch for calls
Yeah, hit them off
Hit the flight, yeah
Spin at night, yeah
Take my eyes with me, uh, feeling nice
Yeah, feeling good
Fucked on a bad bitch, I got her from the hood
Smoking on a paper font, or I smoke the wood
And i'm smoking way kickin, got me feeling good
All my niggas really came with the pole on 'em
Ice cold, with a army, enough poles on me
All these niggas, they be talking, they don't know, homie
And i'm smoking by myself, I'm feeling so lonely
He ain't really 'bout that action, he gon' fall on me
I was jiggin' by myself, a nigga called on me
He just make a nigga laugh, he wanna troll on me
Nigga still ain't found himself, he wanna clone on me
I'on really need no plug, I jump the load on me
And i got two trap phones, I'm talking calls on it
Man, I couldn't cash out, they put a hole on it
Niggas out there wasting air, and got no purpose
Lil' nigga ain't movin', don't put no workin'
Bad bih she say daddy, and she so worth it
Stare at her face, she so pretty and she so perfect
I get her a bunch of purses
I know she worth it
I'm so for certain
But I gotta get that money, you know i'm workin'
My stomach hurtin' feeling like I ain't eat in weeks
I be gettin' money
I just need some bands for some thousands on my fees
I just made fife thousand two times this week
I just spend fife thousand just to lay in Gucci sheets
My bitch so pretty and she so in love with me
Aye, let it bang bang, I feel like i'm Chief Keef
All these niggas talking, know they wanna be me
Ride in that fast motherfuckin 'Gini
James keep a army, now we high speedin, aye nigga
Aye, gettin' figures every day
Ion really play, house party, cannot play
Yeah, that mean we shot it up
Uh, uh, you want, what?
You wanna die or what?
You tryna slide or what?
You wanna buy or what?
Nigga try some, Aye
Uh, g face, g face, g face
Then I come aye
Never pick me lackin', Never catch me lackin'
Never catch me lackin'
Bitch we make it happen, Bitch we make it happen
I'm gon' go up and blast, I'm gon' go up and blast
Skrrt, Rari passed
I had to roll like pass
I had to hit that gas
I had to hit that gas on 'em
She wanna hit the gang
She had to put that ass on 'em
I had to blow that bag, yeah
I had to blow that bag, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pick 'em off, yeah
Switch for calls
Yeah, hit them off
Hit the flight, yeah
Spin at night, yeah
Take my eyes with me, uh, feeling nice
Yeah, feeling good
Fucked on a bad bitch, I got her from the hood
Smoking on a paper font, or I smoke the wood
And i'm smoking way kickin, got me feeling good
All my niggas really came with the pole on 'em
Ice cold, with a army, enough poles on me
All these niggas, they be talking, they don't know, homie
And i'm smoking by myself, I'm feeling so lonely
He ain't really 'bout that action, he gon' fall on me
I was jiggin' by myself, a nigga called on me
He just make a nigga laugh, he wanna troll on me
Nigga still ain't found himself, he wanna clone on me
I'on really need no plug, I jump the load on me
And i got two trap phones, I'm talking calls on it
Man, I couldn't cash out, they put a hole on it
Niggas out there wasting air, and got no purpose
Lil' nigga ain't movin', don't put no workin'
Bad bih she say daddy, and she so worth it
Stare at her face, she so pretty and she so perfect
I get her a bunch of purses
I know she worth it
I'm so for certain
But I gotta get that money, you know i'm workin'
My stomach hurtin' feeling like I ain't eat in weeks
I be gettin' money
I just need some bands for some thousands on my fees
I just made fife thousand two times this week
I just spend fife thousand just to lay in Gucci sheets
My bitch so pretty and she so in love with me
Aye, let it bang bang, I feel like i'm Chief Keef
All these niggas talking, know they wanna be me
Ride in that fast motherfuckin 'Gini
James keep a army, now we high speedin, aye nigga
Aye, gettin' figures every day
Ion really play, house party, cannot play
Yeah, that mean we shot it up
Uh, uh, you want, what?
You wanna die or what?
You tryna slide or what?
You wanna buy or what?
Nigga try some, Aye
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Writer(s): Terrell Anderson
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