In Da Stu

I'm gone up of this doja, all I'm thinkin' bout is you
Took that dick just like a soldier, member had you goin ku
Then we split, and it was over, baby what I'm posed to do
Makin' hits, I'm gettin' colder, lately I been in the stu

Nigga been all on the grind, tryna shake these toxic thoughts
Skrilla been all on my mind, tryna make my pockets talk
Drilla right here on my side, he'll let that rocket off
Not a killa, I ain't lyin', but for shawty I'll spark

All these fuckin' bad habits, man I gotta knock it off
Nigga skillful wit them packs, it ain't no problem, get it off
Member met her at the east, then me and shawty hit it off
Member back I was a beast, nigga we could set it off

Flippin' bows, and tuckin' chromes, nigga we ain't gettin' caught
Now a nigga in his zone, hit the stu, and I just talk
Shawty not gon let me bone, kick her out, and make her walk
I'm a king up on my throne baby, what the fuck you thought

You won't get a second thought, kick you right up out the picture
Got me smokin' different mixtures, just to make my pockets talk
Pablo died it broke my heart, swear to God, he on my wishlist
Diss his name, we gonna hawk, clean a nigga like some dishes

I be focused on the riches, can't be chasin' after bitches
Last one broke me apart, and left a nigga wit some stiches
Coincidences felt like glitches, had me thinkin' I was trippin'
But whole time, you the one that's slippin', steppin' out, yea you was dippin'

Now it's middle finger to this love shit, man that's a dub bitch
I'm talkin' thug shit, gon get it on my own, straight out the mud shit
I roll it up, get in my zone nigga, straight up off the bud shit
You run up, you gone meet this chrome, blow it, lay you like a rug bitch

I'm gone up of this doja, all I'm thinkin' bout is you
Took that dick just like a soldier, member had you goin ku
Then we split, and it was over, baby what I'm posed to do
Makin' hits, I'm gettin' colder, lately I been in the stu

Nigga been all on the grind, tryna shake these toxic thoughts
Skrilla been all on my mind, tryna make my pockets talk
Drilla right here on my side, he'll let that rocket off
Not a killa, I ain't lyin', but for shawty I'll spark



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Writer(s): Keonte' Bradley
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