For the P
No it ain't no more forever, shawty had me, I was weak
She was like my hidden treasure, yea she had a nigga geeked
Member late night, givin' pleasure, swear to God, we used to freak
Used to take them drastic measures, anything just for the P
Extra mags, we mushin' rounds, I'm just tryna beat the street
Came from rags, to kush and pounds, I'm just hopin' I could eat
Get the glads, and buss 'em down, I ain't got time for shit to reek
Bags they come from outta town, anything just for the P
1300 for the dope, nigga boutta make a killin'
Punn he get 'em for the low, swear it feel like I be stealin'
Member met him at the Bo, and now we runnin' to them millions
Different flavors make ya choke, you know we smokin' on the realest
Yea we blowin' on the best, that exotic hurt ya chest
But it was a different type of pain, when lil shawty went and left
I was down bad, wit no help, but ma and dee dee ass was there
I learned to rap, and give 'em hell, now I express the shit I felt
Spit my pain all on these beats, I buss yo brains, you think it's sweet
Don't need the gang, I'm solo deep, wit 4-0 heat, like Polo G
You try to creep, this 4-0 speak, now you deceased, all on a tee
They took my bro, it turned me cold, you see the evil side of me
Young prodigy, and you can tell by how a nigga ridin' beats
Prada me, no Prada outta me, unless you ma or dee
I nut all on her face, I give that bitch some cosmetology
And then I'm on my way, these bitches steady tryna knock a G
No it ain't no more forever, shawty had me, I was weak
She was like my hidden treasure, yea she had a nigga geeked
Member late night, givin' pleasure, swear to God, we used to freak
Used to take them drastic measures, anything just for the P
Extra mags, we mushin' rounds, I'm just tryna beat the street
Came from rags, to kush and pounds, I'm just hopin' I could eat
Get the glads, and buss 'em down, I ain't got time for shit to reek
Bags they come from outta town, anything just for the P
Bitches caught in these entanglements, then be all on some stranger shit
I stay all in my lane and shit, cuz bout my heart, I'll hang a bitch
Be cautious, on some danger shit, cuz bout my heart, I'll flame a bitch
Tried to play me like a hoe, so hit the floor, I let this banga kick
I'm boutta go and get a anchor bitch, to hold me down, no playin' shit
I bend her over, slayin' shit, I'm on some Supa Saiyan shit
She see a opp, she sprayin' shit, gon end up wit dat man hit
And she ain't worried bout no can shit, won't fold up in that jam bitch
No it ain't no more forever, shawty had me, I was weak
She was like my hidden treasure, yea she had a nigga geeked
Member late night, givin' pleasure, swear to God, we used to freak
Used to take them drastic measures, anything just for the P
Extra mags, we mushin' rounds, I'm just tryna beat the street
Came from rags, to kush and pounds, I'm just hopin' I could eat
Get the glads, and buss 'em down, I ain't got time for shit to reek
Bags they come from outta town, anything just for the P
She was like my hidden treasure, yea she had a nigga geeked
Member late night, givin' pleasure, swear to God, we used to freak
Used to take them drastic measures, anything just for the P
Extra mags, we mushin' rounds, I'm just tryna beat the street
Came from rags, to kush and pounds, I'm just hopin' I could eat
Get the glads, and buss 'em down, I ain't got time for shit to reek
Bags they come from outta town, anything just for the P
1300 for the dope, nigga boutta make a killin'
Punn he get 'em for the low, swear it feel like I be stealin'
Member met him at the Bo, and now we runnin' to them millions
Different flavors make ya choke, you know we smokin' on the realest
Yea we blowin' on the best, that exotic hurt ya chest
But it was a different type of pain, when lil shawty went and left
I was down bad, wit no help, but ma and dee dee ass was there
I learned to rap, and give 'em hell, now I express the shit I felt
Spit my pain all on these beats, I buss yo brains, you think it's sweet
Don't need the gang, I'm solo deep, wit 4-0 heat, like Polo G
You try to creep, this 4-0 speak, now you deceased, all on a tee
They took my bro, it turned me cold, you see the evil side of me
Young prodigy, and you can tell by how a nigga ridin' beats
Prada me, no Prada outta me, unless you ma or dee
I nut all on her face, I give that bitch some cosmetology
And then I'm on my way, these bitches steady tryna knock a G
No it ain't no more forever, shawty had me, I was weak
She was like my hidden treasure, yea she had a nigga geeked
Member late night, givin' pleasure, swear to God, we used to freak
Used to take them drastic measures, anything just for the P
Extra mags, we mushin' rounds, I'm just tryna beat the street
Came from rags, to kush and pounds, I'm just hopin' I could eat
Get the glads, and buss 'em down, I ain't got time for shit to reek
Bags they come from outta town, anything just for the P
Bitches caught in these entanglements, then be all on some stranger shit
I stay all in my lane and shit, cuz bout my heart, I'll hang a bitch
Be cautious, on some danger shit, cuz bout my heart, I'll flame a bitch
Tried to play me like a hoe, so hit the floor, I let this banga kick
I'm boutta go and get a anchor bitch, to hold me down, no playin' shit
I bend her over, slayin' shit, I'm on some Supa Saiyan shit
She see a opp, she sprayin' shit, gon end up wit dat man hit
And she ain't worried bout no can shit, won't fold up in that jam bitch
No it ain't no more forever, shawty had me, I was weak
She was like my hidden treasure, yea she had a nigga geeked
Member late night, givin' pleasure, swear to God, we used to freak
Used to take them drastic measures, anything just for the P
Extra mags, we mushin' rounds, I'm just tryna beat the street
Came from rags, to kush and pounds, I'm just hopin' I could eat
Get the glads, and buss 'em down, I ain't got time for shit to reek
Bags they come from outta town, anything just for the P
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Writer(s): Keonte' Bradley
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