leave him dancing
Pull up on his block, leave him dancin'
Take your fucking brodie out for ransom
Hit him with a stick, call 'em branches
You ain't gettin' mother fuckin' chances
Why you talking down? Like what's the point?
You know that I'm better, I don't disappoint
I hope this shit sends you to your breaking point
Don't believe me? This bar is my case in point
And you're just a fucking
You don't give a shit about me
See the smirk up on your face
I don't really care 'casue nobody cared about you
Cared about you (Yeah)
Why you talking you a fan?
I don't give a fuck about your bag or who you is
(Hahaha)
Why you talking you a bitch?
Your brain get filled with lead if you are a snitch (If you snitch)
Why you talking you so cringe
Spent a band and then your girl up and left
You don't got no fucking clique
You not doing shit
Do not pull up on me, it's odd city bitch
Hold the fuck up, I think I'm lagging
Got a droptop and two bitches they gon' tag in
Drop his fucking body, Imma pull up on him
Blood out my nose, yeah coke is awful
I done fucked up before, I've been around
I'm falling, I'm down, down, down
Down, down, down
It's a shame I could fold you 'cause you're talking down
You a lame and I told you, better keep it down
Pull up with a shotgun, that bitch be glowing
I hear talking outside, telling me this is the only place to go
Steady incline (Uh)
Melting outside (Fuck)
Many mistakes (Yeah)
Wanna waste time (Yuh)
In my dream space (Uh)
You be talking all night (Woah)
In the end thought (Yeah)
I've been feeling alright (Yuh)
Aye, leaning over my bedside
Looking for monsters that threaten my insides
Pull up on his block, leave him dancin'
Take your fucking brodie out for ransom
Hit him with a stick, call 'em branches
You ain't gettin' mother fuckin' chances
Why you talking down? Like what's the point?
You know that I'm better, I don't disappoint
I hope this shit sends you to your breaking point
Don't believe me? This bar is my case in point
Take your fucking brodie out for ransom
Hit him with a stick, call 'em branches
You ain't gettin' mother fuckin' chances
Why you talking down? Like what's the point?
You know that I'm better, I don't disappoint
I hope this shit sends you to your breaking point
Don't believe me? This bar is my case in point
And you're just a fucking
You don't give a shit about me
See the smirk up on your face
I don't really care 'casue nobody cared about you
Cared about you (Yeah)
Why you talking you a fan?
I don't give a fuck about your bag or who you is
(Hahaha)
Why you talking you a bitch?
Your brain get filled with lead if you are a snitch (If you snitch)
Why you talking you so cringe
Spent a band and then your girl up and left
You don't got no fucking clique
You not doing shit
Do not pull up on me, it's odd city bitch
Hold the fuck up, I think I'm lagging
Got a droptop and two bitches they gon' tag in
Drop his fucking body, Imma pull up on him
Blood out my nose, yeah coke is awful
I done fucked up before, I've been around
I'm falling, I'm down, down, down
Down, down, down
It's a shame I could fold you 'cause you're talking down
You a lame and I told you, better keep it down
Pull up with a shotgun, that bitch be glowing
I hear talking outside, telling me this is the only place to go
Steady incline (Uh)
Melting outside (Fuck)
Many mistakes (Yeah)
Wanna waste time (Yuh)
In my dream space (Uh)
You be talking all night (Woah)
In the end thought (Yeah)
I've been feeling alright (Yuh)
Aye, leaning over my bedside
Looking for monsters that threaten my insides
Pull up on his block, leave him dancin'
Take your fucking brodie out for ransom
Hit him with a stick, call 'em branches
You ain't gettin' mother fuckin' chances
Why you talking down? Like what's the point?
You know that I'm better, I don't disappoint
I hope this shit sends you to your breaking point
Don't believe me? This bar is my case in point
Credits
Writer(s): Jude Desind
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