Comeback
Might've fell off
This my comeback
Closer to my dreams
Gotta bump that
Niggas run they mouths with the chit chat
Val coming through
Hear the click clack
This Smith and Wessen ain't got no kickback
If I take her
Then you cannot get yo bitch back
If I said it then I guarantee I lived that
Love my niggas
But I'm killing all these damn rats
Mhm
Love my niggas
On God, I would die for 'em
Murdertown
Hide the body
Know I'd slide with 'em
Can't trust a bitch
'Cause she always telling lies to me
Look in my eyes while we fuck
Think she right for me
And why these niggas in their feels
When they write to me?
Miss the call and they crying on the voicemail
They catch a bid
Want you to write like a Pen Pal
Ain't the reason why my mother fucking pen kill?
Might've fell off
This my comeback
Closer to my dreams
Gotta bump that
Niggas run they mouths with the chit chat
Val coming through
Hear the click clack
This Smith and Wessen ain't got no kickback
If I take her
Then you cannot get yo bitch back
If I said it then I guarantee I lived that
Love my niggas
But I'm killing all these damn rats
Damn
I fell off
One time
Maybe three times
Lost the nigga that I loved due to white lines
I be telling all these women all these white lies
Chase the liquor in this cup with the white wine
Think I'm destined and maybe it's just the wrong time
Roll the sticky 'cause I gotta ease my mind
Year 24
That mean I'm Kobe in his damn prime
By 26
Need Winfrey coins and it's all mine
This my comeback
Closer to my dreams
Gotta bump that
Niggas run they mouths with the chit chat
Val coming through
Hear the click clack
This Smith and Wessen ain't got no kickback
If I take her
Then you cannot get yo bitch back
If I said it then I guarantee I lived that
Love my niggas
But I'm killing all these damn rats
Mhm
Love my niggas
On God, I would die for 'em
Murdertown
Hide the body
Know I'd slide with 'em
Can't trust a bitch
'Cause she always telling lies to me
Look in my eyes while we fuck
Think she right for me
And why these niggas in their feels
When they write to me?
Miss the call and they crying on the voicemail
They catch a bid
Want you to write like a Pen Pal
Ain't the reason why my mother fucking pen kill?
Might've fell off
This my comeback
Closer to my dreams
Gotta bump that
Niggas run they mouths with the chit chat
Val coming through
Hear the click clack
This Smith and Wessen ain't got no kickback
If I take her
Then you cannot get yo bitch back
If I said it then I guarantee I lived that
Love my niggas
But I'm killing all these damn rats
Damn
I fell off
One time
Maybe three times
Lost the nigga that I loved due to white lines
I be telling all these women all these white lies
Chase the liquor in this cup with the white wine
Think I'm destined and maybe it's just the wrong time
Roll the sticky 'cause I gotta ease my mind
Year 24
That mean I'm Kobe in his damn prime
By 26
Need Winfrey coins and it's all mine
Credits
Writer(s): Tijahnae King
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