Seattle

(Run up on a pussy N**** and we get to scoring)
(When she calls me up I tell her to leave me alone)

I got demons on my back
I be showing love to n***** I know that i won't get back
I don't be around nobody they be quick to stab ya back
So I'm walking with a strap shit it gotta be like that
They like what's wrong with me
Little mama thought that she can trap me fake a pregnancy
No I won't support the shit you do now u a fan to me
I've been going hard for seven days no I can't get no sleep
She don't like the broke shit that they on So no i can't be cheap
Little baddie from Seattle babygirl I know you special
I know you be trying to leave me knowing me no I won't let u
Run a bag up with my n*****
Spin a opp block in a rental
You cant see who in my car cause all my windows presidential
All my N***** working getting money we be lit
Shoutout to my n**** got a carwash he legit
Claiming that she loves me but I know she don't love shit
Gotta gunnel vision cause I'm trynna cop a crib
N**** you get punch if i'm not walking with my stick
All the opp's they on me truly they can suck a dick
Always knew since I was a little kid i would be rich
Ima run a bag up ain't no way ill fumble this

Run up on a pussy n**** and we get to scoring
When she hit me up I told her to leave me alone
When she feeling lonely tells me pull up in the morning
I gotta go trap after we fuck have to be gone
Run up on a pussy nigga and we get to scoring
When she hit me up I told her to leave me alone
When she lonely tell me pull up In the morning
I gotta go trap after we fuck gotta be gone



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Writer(s): Ivan Dollaz
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