Weird to Me

VVS's sun hit off my shit, it's different colors
Pounds of pressure, you should see my smile, it touched at Dulles
Catch a opp it's raining hard, I make him dance like Usher
She used to bossing niggas around, little girl I'm not that sucker
No love involved, I fuck her
This Amiri hat a trucker
Plug done turned me to a punter
Catch that work and just start running
This SK it ain't folding
That ain't his he late, they tow it
Sad to say the ones I looked up to was really snakes and vultures
Keep that glock, they scared to approach me
Hit from the back, and she screaming out choke me (Damn)
These niggas ain't trying to get up on me
IG thugging, that shit getting corny
That little boy woke up from that coma
First thing he did went to court start snitching
These niggas can't hop in the whip, they bitches
Still can't say too much, cause they listening
Feds did a sweep, I got lead that I keep with me
One hundred thou in reach
House full of choppers, I couldn't share the key (At all)
Trap house full of shoppers, buy a P, then I throw a P
Hit they block, bald head out
They barely notice me
You know I sped out in something foreign, they ain't catching me
Shooting through the glass, I'm feeling funny
They ain't stretching me
Sitting in that cell all by myself, that shit still mess with me
My momma raised a gangster, grinding hard what she expect from me
I'll rob a nigga twice, respectfully
Deep up in these streets, I'm fucking hoes out Forest Creek (Damn)
Bitch done ate that dick so good then she stop texting me
(Why you stop texting me?)
I ain't being weird to you, you being weird to me
My Haitian plug eat chicken feet
Do voodoo on them bricks, you add some cut and make a extra key
Somebody said my name, detectives question me
(Why you question me?)
We shooting first, you can call it a pregame
Down to my last, they ain't help me in no way
Bitch I'm the real, I ain't worried what he ain't
Nigga don't pay, he get threw in the shark tank
Broad day niggas don't care, niggas let's play
Taking my time, I ain't writing no essays (Nope)
Shout out the eses, threw that shit to me the flat rate
Go through your hood while you playing with crates
Twelve got behind me, I'm pushing it straight.

You know I sped out in something foreign, they ain't catching me
Shooting through the glass, I'm feeling funny
They ain't stretching me
Sitting in that cell all by myself, that shit still mess with me
My momma raised a gangster, grinding hard what she expect from me
I'll rob a nigga twice, respectfully
Deep up in these streets, I'm fucking hoes out Forest Creek (Damn)
Bitch done ate that dick so good then she stop texting me
I ain't being weird to you, you being weird to me



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Writer(s): George Hudnall
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