Sad Times
Oh yeah
Sit back smoke a blunt
Lil bitch what you want?
I get the pack in by the month
Opps outside so we on a hunt
Young bull told me 12 tryn blitz but we never gonna punt
If I see me a bad lil bitch just know that imma stunt
That nigga don't got no bitch he just putting on a front
And shoutout my nigga Kareem but his last name ain't Hunt
I step up to the plate then I hey batter swing but it turned into a bunt
I remember way way back in the days when we ain't have shit to eat for lunch (Yeah)
I seen mom dukes crying
Everybody dying
Don't tell me you love me, why you lying?
Shoutout my day 1 Brian
Bitch I'm a king like a lion
We cook it up but we ain't frying
Diamonds cold like a fridge but this ain't no appliance (Oh yeah)
Spin the block
Get em shot
If I need some drank call the doc
I done ran out on the wock
New opp pack shit in stock
I'm dripped out wearing crocs
Hating ass niggas try to mock
I told em free Kay Flock
Sit back smoke a blunt
Lil bitch what you want?
I get the pack in by the month
Opps outside so we on a hunt
Young bull told me 12 tryn blitz but we never gonna punt
If I see me a bad lil bitch just know that imma stunt
That nigga don't got no bitch he just putting on a front
And shoutout my nigga Kareem but his last name ain't Hunt
I step up to the plate then I hey batter swing but it turned into a bunt
I remember way way back in the days when we ain't have shit to eat for lunch
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Sit back smoke a blunt
Lil bitch what you want?
I get the pack in by the month
Opps outside so we on a hunt
Young bull told me 12 tryn blitz but we never gonna punt
If I see me a bad lil bitch just know that imma stunt
That nigga don't got no bitch he just putting on a front
And shoutout my nigga Kareem but his last name ain't Hunt
I step up to the plate then I hey batter swing but it turned into a bunt
I remember way way back in the days when we ain't have shit to eat for lunch (Yeah)
I seen mom dukes crying
Everybody dying
Don't tell me you love me, why you lying?
Shoutout my day 1 Brian
Bitch I'm a king like a lion
We cook it up but we ain't frying
Diamonds cold like a fridge but this ain't no appliance (Oh yeah)
Spin the block
Get em shot
If I need some drank call the doc
I done ran out on the wock
New opp pack shit in stock
I'm dripped out wearing crocs
Hating ass niggas try to mock
I told em free Kay Flock
Sit back smoke a blunt
Lil bitch what you want?
I get the pack in by the month
Opps outside so we on a hunt
Young bull told me 12 tryn blitz but we never gonna punt
If I see me a bad lil bitch just know that imma stunt
That nigga don't got no bitch he just putting on a front
And shoutout my nigga Kareem but his last name ain't Hunt
I step up to the plate then I hey batter swing but it turned into a bunt
I remember way way back in the days when we ain't have shit to eat for lunch
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
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Writer(s): Ben Nkwantah
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