Hollywood

Had to keep the burner by my side
Might run into demons in the night
Taking everything if the price right
You gon invest in the streets then move right,
You know you up next so go cop all this ice
I just use her for sex she wanna fuck up my life
I cannot trust nobody these bitches be trifling
Better throw on your vest,
cause we carry the tech like we got a gun license, yea
I had to go yea get it now
blowing up my phone my pockets gon fill em up
Hood baby can't leave the trap till I'm rich enough
I'm good baby nias over there can't even sit with us
A few cases open Na the lawyer can't give up
New faces say they know me Na I cannot let up
You chasing I'm ignoring, you ain't even get the picture
Count up these blue faces fuck around and get a blister
Uhhhh uhhhhhh uhhhhh
Count it up
Uhhhhh, I, I can't get enough
Uhhhhh uhhhh uhhhh

What you gon do for the loot you gotta make a move
She dance on my dick cause I'm groovy
We step in the spot make movie
When we shop we take the whole shelf, look like we looting
She a thot but I call her for head she exclusive
& I'm doing the shit that you not so she do me
I can't fuck with no cop or no snitch that's nuisance
You cannot sit and chase all this cake ns make no cents
They ask me "yo O how you living?" I'm going with the motion
I fuck with a bird bitch but she a trap star she bring more bread
The hood full of trap houses, it look like a school we got more led
Where I'm from they expect you to end up like fools
give me more credit,
Where I'm from n as trap in the stoop,
make more money than lawyers off dope heads,
Where I'm from you hit a lick you feel alive but still morn deaths
Had to keep the burner by my side
Might run into demons in the night
Taking everything if the price right
You gon invest in the streets then move right,
You know you up next so go cop all this ice
I just use her for sex she wanna fuck up my life
I cannot trust nobody these bitches be trifling
Better throw on your vest,
cause we carry the tech like we got a gun license, yea
I had to go yea get it now
blowing up my phone my pockets gon fill em up
Hood baby can't leave the trap till I'm rich enough
I'm good baby nas over there can't even sit with us
A few cases open Na the lawyer can't give up
New faces say they know me Na I cannot let up
You chasing I'm ignoring, you ain't even get the picture
Count up these blue faces fuck around and get a blister
Uhhhh uhhhhhh uhhhhh
Count it up
Uhhhhh
I can't get enough
Uhhhhh uhhhh uhhhh



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Writer(s): 0, Shaffer Smith, Shawn C. Carter
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