Halos (feat. Truly Drako)

(Yeah)
Yeah yeah-ah
Woah-uh (Woah-uh, woah-uh)
(Yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Woah-uh
Di-di-da-di-di-da-di-di-da-a-ah uh

Yeah, uh
Gotta focus on gettin' bags (Gettin' bags)
Yeah, gotta leave the hatrid in the past yeah (Yeah yeah yuh)
Yeah
Gotta leave my shawty where she at, what you trippin on me for
Always gotta problem gave you love, now It's cased closed
Shawty ripped me off and now I'm gone, you gon' pay for it
Wild, got me seein' Halos
I'm drownin', this ain't love it's lust, you gave us up

Yeah
Know that lame boy can't do better
And why you keep on claimin' that I chased you away? (Yeah)
Tried to take you on a date, never ready, always late
And you always tryna argue with me, callin' me a lame, yeah
(Yeah yeah)
But that's okay, 'cuz I could do the same (I could do the same)
I don't really need your love no more, just need you out my way
(Need you out my way)
I don't see us goin' number one no more, you left us, what a shame
(Woah)
Know some killas' totin' guns, oh oh, you see halos if you play (Brrrr)

Wanna mess with the ga-ang
When they all spark at ra-ange
That boy gon' be famous, famous
On the news you can't tame us, tame us (Yeah yeah)

If you needed more love, then you could've just said that
I called her, didn't answer, so tell me why I should text back
You made life all angels, all pictures, and all fables
You gon' see me rage regardless, I ain't trippin
It's just me and Drako
Yeah (Ugh)
Yeah yeah-ah-ah-ah (I could do the same)
(It's just me and Drako) yeah, ugh
(Yeah)

I could really be your man (Be your man)
But, when it hits the fan (Hits the fan)
Taking these percs, these xans (Yeah yeah yeah)
All alone on my land
Broke my heart, you ran (You ran)
Don't trust a girl again (Yeah yeah yeah)
Don't need love, no friends
It's just me and Surro man (It's just me and Surro man)
Gotta stick to the paper, I ball like the Lakers
Smokin' Exotic, gettin' hell from a Vaper
Gotta chase the money, and travel the country
Switchin' my currency, turn it to Pesos (Beep)
Lookin' the clouds and I'm seeing these Halos (these Halos)
She did me dirty, so I have no mercy

No mercy for you shawty (Yeah yeah)
Gotta focus on that money (On that money)
When I pop up where the people see me
They que the paparazzi (Yeah yeah-ah)
When I blow up, you gon' see so much green
Like it was a robbery (Yeah-ah-ah)
I can't focus on no body, gotta focus on that money
(Yeah)

Yeah, uh
Gotta focus on gettin' bags (Gettin' bags)
Yeah, gotta leave the hatrid in the past yeah (Yeah yeah yuh)
Yeah
Gotta leave my shawty where she at, what you trippin on me for



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Writer(s): Ja'rell Tudor
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