Coma
My lil freakie hoe work the pipe
Just like a plumber
Smoking exotic
Just came out a coma
Only thing I know is
Counting the numbers
Serving a plant
It's gone help with the trauma
Speeding smoking
Car beat like a drummer
I'm smoking exotic
Just came out a coma
Had to let my last hoe go
She came with the drama
Her friends and her momma
Didn't like me all that toxic shit Sometimes exciting
But I know that
I don't need that shit in my life Yeah I'm keeping the Glock
I ain't fighting no nigga
These niggas be pussy
They biting the pillow
My dick a banana
I love when she peel it
My pockets on bread
I just call the shit jiffy
She love when my dreads down She say I'm that nigga
Don't need no distractions
Tryna get a million
I call myself gorgeous
In love with my image
Had to pull up with slut
Know we both got the bitches Never tripping cause
We both done hit her
Girl you don't look like that Without the filter
I see all the flaws I will not let her Get me forever the suspect
I'm never the victim
Automatic glock yeah
This shit done got wicked
1200 just to come get yo shit fixed Pull it from the hip knock down The whole damn clique
He was chasing the clout
Now it's all making sense
Had the cut my bro off
When I seen he a bitch
Cornerback nigga switched on us Got a bitch so nasty
She get pissed on
Exotic got em alert
Like hearing ringtones
Had to cut niggas off
They wasn't worth it
Soon as she called
I pulled up just to surf
So what a nigga gorgeous
Came out the dirt
Yeah I was that diamond
Sitting in the rough
I know niggas pussy
They acting so tough
Gen 4 glock bitch
You know that it's tucked
Don't even try to buck
You get plucked like a flower
I ain't spending
I'm tryna get rich like Roddy Smoking dope I'm in the whip
Just riding eyes low
It always look I'm tired
Look at this nigga moving
Like he wired
No I ain't double back on her
She fired
Talking shit to her friends
Yeah you know that she sour
Did me dirty behind my back
Yeah she so foul
Even after I looked out
I'm thinking like how
Now I'm all alone with the money Just piling
Had to switch up on the style
I be styling ran off niggas
I swear I be wilding
Gotta be a boss nigga
Working is childish
Niggas getting killed
Coming in on that loud shit
Jetpack strapped
Bitch I be on cloud shit
Don't even try to come around me
With that nonsense
Don't need shit from her
Just what's under the bonnet
I'm keeping exotic
It's making me hunnits
Just like a plumber
Smoking exotic
Just came out a coma
Only thing I know is
Counting the numbers
Serving a plant
It's gone help with the trauma
Speeding smoking
Car beat like a drummer
I'm smoking exotic
Just came out a coma
Had to let my last hoe go
She came with the drama
Her friends and her momma
Didn't like me all that toxic shit Sometimes exciting
But I know that
I don't need that shit in my life Yeah I'm keeping the Glock
I ain't fighting no nigga
These niggas be pussy
They biting the pillow
My dick a banana
I love when she peel it
My pockets on bread
I just call the shit jiffy
She love when my dreads down She say I'm that nigga
Don't need no distractions
Tryna get a million
I call myself gorgeous
In love with my image
Had to pull up with slut
Know we both got the bitches Never tripping cause
We both done hit her
Girl you don't look like that Without the filter
I see all the flaws I will not let her Get me forever the suspect
I'm never the victim
Automatic glock yeah
This shit done got wicked
1200 just to come get yo shit fixed Pull it from the hip knock down The whole damn clique
He was chasing the clout
Now it's all making sense
Had the cut my bro off
When I seen he a bitch
Cornerback nigga switched on us Got a bitch so nasty
She get pissed on
Exotic got em alert
Like hearing ringtones
Had to cut niggas off
They wasn't worth it
Soon as she called
I pulled up just to surf
So what a nigga gorgeous
Came out the dirt
Yeah I was that diamond
Sitting in the rough
I know niggas pussy
They acting so tough
Gen 4 glock bitch
You know that it's tucked
Don't even try to buck
You get plucked like a flower
I ain't spending
I'm tryna get rich like Roddy Smoking dope I'm in the whip
Just riding eyes low
It always look I'm tired
Look at this nigga moving
Like he wired
No I ain't double back on her
She fired
Talking shit to her friends
Yeah you know that she sour
Did me dirty behind my back
Yeah she so foul
Even after I looked out
I'm thinking like how
Now I'm all alone with the money Just piling
Had to switch up on the style
I be styling ran off niggas
I swear I be wilding
Gotta be a boss nigga
Working is childish
Niggas getting killed
Coming in on that loud shit
Jetpack strapped
Bitch I be on cloud shit
Don't even try to come around me
With that nonsense
Don't need shit from her
Just what's under the bonnet
I'm keeping exotic
It's making me hunnits
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Writer(s): Michael Ross
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