G.L.C.

My niggas be Running amok
Young and They looking for bucks
If they tell you it's up, Then it's stuck
I bid good lucklike you chuck
Rock on the top of my cuff
Ice all inside of my cup
This life got me rough
Got her calling my phone, Hoe wassup
She is the number 1 Candidate
No losses with plenty advantages
Not too many others can handle it
Why you fucking with him he a surrogate
pardon my heritage
Got a bitch that I'm fucking in Maryland
She be on that medicine
Said them pills keep her clearer than Claritin
And I know I'm the best she has seen
I am invincible, biblical
Cynical, Sentinel
She know I'm here when it's critical
Even when I'm at my penacle
I'll be in her city and swerving
Giving her dick with a purpose
Then flood up her bank through the digital aye

I'm in a real race car
And It's going fast race car
I'm in a bag
I'm in finna spazz
I'm on your girl radar
She like my dark Vader
Yea knowing me on the speedway
Smoking on weed on the e-way
Got liquor on me
Done left my homies
For you
We been talking for a while now
Why we wasting time
I know that you need me
And you one of kind
Why tryna leave
Ill be coming back for mine
Why you tryna leave
Ill be coming back for
Coming back for

And you know you the realest
I'll be the first one witness
Niggas be cap like a fitted
I'm whipping the Civic
And she hit my phone on a lone night
She give me head when it's on sight
I get the bread from a long night
Well maybe that's just if it go right



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Writer(s): Jordan Young
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