ALLSTATE
I'm a fucking star
Everyday is like a meet and greet
Pull a bitch sitting in my car
I let that hemi speak
Pretty bitches high off the Molly
Man they be super geeked
Damner disrespectful to the tree
Don't want no swisher sweet
All I smoke is woods
Russian crème bitch don't play with me
A lot of niggas really wish they could
Do the same as me
Bitch I'm one of one
So them same niggas get to hating me
Boy you really pussy you ain't swing Yall like 30 deep
Instead you ran to the internet
To make a fucking tweet
Everybody swear they got them switches and them two two threes
Ain't nobody dying niggas lying
Man I'm fucking sleep
No mas gratis
What that mean
No more shit for free
I'm forever winning you know why
I play for keeps
Niggas talk expensive don't know why
Nigga talk is cheap
I be to the fucking work
Y'all niggas getting extra sleep
Counted up a couple chickens
Y'all was tucked in counting sheep
One hand in my hoody real discreet
I'm like a sneaky link
Fry a nigga like I'm Robin Givens
Boy don't think it's sweet
Hit a nigga in his shit
Change the way a nigga eat
Watch ya tone when ya talking
Now I never hear a peep
Moving like I'm supposed to be
Friendship based on loyalty
I don't care if blood or not
That shit mean way more to me
Family they'll do ya bad
It's sad and still except to eat
Looking in the mirror
Vision clearer damner at its peak
Washing all my demons
Had to leave them
Had me out of sync
Bad bitches getting smashed bitches
Everytime we link
Add digits to the last digits
Twenty K this week
Everybody say they want this life
This shit ain't for the weak
Grinding at a different rate
Guaranteed like all state
Shorty playing in her nose
Face down in that line plate
I like my hoes to come in twos
Face down on that sex tape
Plan to ball forever but
I'll be good as long as moms straight
Everyday I'm winning
What I'm risking only Lord knows
Up and down this road
It's Ludacris how I be throwin bows
Flavors taste exotic
I still got em if you want the lows
Give this shit my all
Lord knows I'll never sell my soul
Fuck her like she mine
Everytime but never love the hoes
Shitting on my competition daily
Niggas toilet bowls
Tryna make a living out this shit
I'm doing more shows
I'm working overtime all the time
What you off for
Bitch
Everyday is like a meet and greet
Pull a bitch sitting in my car
I let that hemi speak
Pretty bitches high off the Molly
Man they be super geeked
Damner disrespectful to the tree
Don't want no swisher sweet
All I smoke is woods
Russian crème bitch don't play with me
A lot of niggas really wish they could
Do the same as me
Bitch I'm one of one
So them same niggas get to hating me
Boy you really pussy you ain't swing Yall like 30 deep
Instead you ran to the internet
To make a fucking tweet
Everybody swear they got them switches and them two two threes
Ain't nobody dying niggas lying
Man I'm fucking sleep
No mas gratis
What that mean
No more shit for free
I'm forever winning you know why
I play for keeps
Niggas talk expensive don't know why
Nigga talk is cheap
I be to the fucking work
Y'all niggas getting extra sleep
Counted up a couple chickens
Y'all was tucked in counting sheep
One hand in my hoody real discreet
I'm like a sneaky link
Fry a nigga like I'm Robin Givens
Boy don't think it's sweet
Hit a nigga in his shit
Change the way a nigga eat
Watch ya tone when ya talking
Now I never hear a peep
Moving like I'm supposed to be
Friendship based on loyalty
I don't care if blood or not
That shit mean way more to me
Family they'll do ya bad
It's sad and still except to eat
Looking in the mirror
Vision clearer damner at its peak
Washing all my demons
Had to leave them
Had me out of sync
Bad bitches getting smashed bitches
Everytime we link
Add digits to the last digits
Twenty K this week
Everybody say they want this life
This shit ain't for the weak
Grinding at a different rate
Guaranteed like all state
Shorty playing in her nose
Face down in that line plate
I like my hoes to come in twos
Face down on that sex tape
Plan to ball forever but
I'll be good as long as moms straight
Everyday I'm winning
What I'm risking only Lord knows
Up and down this road
It's Ludacris how I be throwin bows
Flavors taste exotic
I still got em if you want the lows
Give this shit my all
Lord knows I'll never sell my soul
Fuck her like she mine
Everytime but never love the hoes
Shitting on my competition daily
Niggas toilet bowls
Tryna make a living out this shit
I'm doing more shows
I'm working overtime all the time
What you off for
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Smith
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