Trick or Treat
I was close
I was getting close to a thousand followers
And now I'm like at 912 and
I'm like why these motherfuckers unfollowing me
Like WTF
But its fine, whatever
Like I'm not gonna cry about it cause I know that when I get back
Imma come back with a bang
Like
They won't know what hit them
Like they gonna be like, wait
When did I follow this girl who is this OMG
You know what I mean?
But its fine shame
They not ready
They not ready for us
They not ready
Why can't I ball just like 2 eyed hoes
Expect my shit like It's two lines bro
Too cutthroat on a magnum face
And she shaking her ass cause it's loose I know
Tryna cut sticks with a dude I know
But girl it ain't silent cause boo I know
She tryna choose if should I know?
But her truth is not naked like nudes I know
She bring her ass like its criteria
But I'm fucking someone from her area
She throwing bombs girl this ain't Syria
The gas on imperial
Surrounded by fakes and not many greats
Come from a place of superable taste
I got some bitches that pull up in diamonds
And I got some niggas that pull up in spades
I'm walking my life but running a race
Keep on lock like I'm Nicholas Cage
I'm going insane
Can't feel any pain
I'm stuck in my ways
Come surf in my lane
You counting your days I'm counting my pays
Before I eat her boy I gotta say grace
Right now I may not be running the world
But these motherfuckers can't keep to my pace
I was getting close to a thousand followers
And now I'm like at 912 and
I'm like why these motherfuckers unfollowing me
Like WTF
But its fine, whatever
Like I'm not gonna cry about it cause I know that when I get back
Imma come back with a bang
Like
They won't know what hit them
Like they gonna be like, wait
When did I follow this girl who is this OMG
You know what I mean?
But its fine shame
They not ready
They not ready for us
They not ready
Why can't I ball just like 2 eyed hoes
Expect my shit like It's two lines bro
Too cutthroat on a magnum face
And she shaking her ass cause it's loose I know
Tryna cut sticks with a dude I know
But girl it ain't silent cause boo I know
She tryna choose if should I know?
But her truth is not naked like nudes I know
She bring her ass like its criteria
But I'm fucking someone from her area
She throwing bombs girl this ain't Syria
The gas on imperial
Surrounded by fakes and not many greats
Come from a place of superable taste
I got some bitches that pull up in diamonds
And I got some niggas that pull up in spades
I'm walking my life but running a race
Keep on lock like I'm Nicholas Cage
I'm going insane
Can't feel any pain
I'm stuck in my ways
Come surf in my lane
You counting your days I'm counting my pays
Before I eat her boy I gotta say grace
Right now I may not be running the world
But these motherfuckers can't keep to my pace
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Writer(s): Kutlwano Morema
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