Alone
Aye
Do you know what it feel like, to be alone?
You know I ride around, with my chrome
Aye
Do you know what it feel like, to be alone?
You know I ride around with my chrome
Ima get it on my own
If I'm a dog then where's my bone?
Ima run it up
I don't give no fucks
Run up on me ima bust
Bitch I keep my 30 tucked
I know they love to hate
Bitch money on my plate
No you can't be in my face
That's why your bitch giving me face
Aye, you know Rami bout a check
Baby I don't love to flex
But I love my checks
I keep it on me I don't wanna be in the dirt
I keep it on me I don't wanna be in no shirt
Why you mad at me? Go get you some bread
Why you mad at me? Go run it up instead
My whip all white my interior is red
I always still was right that's why you niggas got left
Gotta keep that blicky, run up you silly, uh oh
Gotta keep my semi, run up it's deadly, uh oh
I keep a K like I had thousands
Ima run it up I ain't never doubted
Run up on me you crazy, ride around with this drackie
It's just me and my lady, it's just me and my baby
Ride around with a stick on me, 2 blicks on me better keep one on you too
If you don't then bitch you snooze ooh
My buffs all white, aye like Tyler
I'm in the cut like Michael Myers
I paid 800 for some tires
Does that mean my tires are worth more than you?
They mad at me cuz I use autotune
Ride around with a blick or two
You really a bum if you still wear trues
Yeah I said that shit, and I meant that shit
Aye, I know you hurting inside
Do you know what it feel like, to be alone?
You know I ride around, with my chrome
Aye
Do you know what it feel like, to be alone?
You know I ride around with my chrome
Ima get it on my own
If I'm a dog then where's my bone?
Ima run it up
I don't give no fucks
Run up on me ima bust
Bitch I keep my 30 tucked
I know they love to hate
Bitch money on my plate
No you can't be in my face
That's why your bitch giving me face
Aye, you know Rami bout a check
Baby I don't love to flex
But I love my checks
I keep it on me I don't wanna be in the dirt
I keep it on me I don't wanna be in no shirt
Why you mad at me? Go get you some bread
Why you mad at me? Go run it up instead
My whip all white my interior is red
I always still was right that's why you niggas got left
Gotta keep that blicky, run up you silly, uh oh
Gotta keep my semi, run up it's deadly, uh oh
I keep a K like I had thousands
Ima run it up I ain't never doubted
Run up on me you crazy, ride around with this drackie
It's just me and my lady, it's just me and my baby
Ride around with a stick on me, 2 blicks on me better keep one on you too
If you don't then bitch you snooze ooh
My buffs all white, aye like Tyler
I'm in the cut like Michael Myers
I paid 800 for some tires
Does that mean my tires are worth more than you?
They mad at me cuz I use autotune
Ride around with a blick or two
You really a bum if you still wear trues
Yeah I said that shit, and I meant that shit
Aye, I know you hurting inside
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Writer(s): Rami Kuordi
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