13 reasons
I just stepped in hunnid k large
Bad ass bitch sitting in my car
One of them foreign ones push to start
Shawty took my soul and she bruised my heart
I got thirteen reasons why I should fly
I bet could bet 5 racks that you gone die
Weed ain't shit
Need perc's for high
Twenty-one vibes to the telly
They slide
I couldn't call yo down at my lowest
Why would I pick up in the sky
Said you my bro but in truth you folded
Speak on my name you best not lie
Gah dam I'm mad I spilled this drank
Who is you?! it's God I thank
My bitch bad she fine my kink
Got Pretty pussy it's so pink (Fourty seven)
Twenty-one bands on pants on Gucci
Young and I'm turnt I feel like tunechi
Niggas talk loud but it mean nun too me
Money on big yeah money on 'sumi'
Just did my dance did my corvette
You right there come give me neck
Bad ass bitch I broke her back
Broke her back she dam near dead
It has always been fuck school
Didn't go to class, didn't have no lead
I used to play ball act a fool but now I make songs that bump your head
Fuck jail I'd rather get a bag instead
Got a mask on when ion got no bread
I don't know why that boy tried me
Lol now we both dead
Got a ski on cause we slide like sled
Fuck these boys they pigs they feds
Might just spend this check on my wrist
Or just spend this check on your head
Every night I bow my head
Thank you God I'm alive not dead
I poured a x in the lean Tried to boot up
But Instead I lost my sense
I make dollars not no sense
Bill for brunch it cost yo rent
Give that shit up like it's lent
In my world like a tent
These boys they just got me fucked up
These boys got me bent
Fourty seven bitch I lucked up
My bitch heaven sent
Once you go head run yo racks up
They'll be mad as hell
I just stepped in hunnid k large
Bad ass bitch sitting in my car
One of them foreign ones push to start
Shawty took my soul
And she bruised my heart
I got thirteen reasons why i should fly
I bet could bet 5 racks that you gone die
Weed ain't shit
Need perc's for high
Twenty-one vibes to the Tally
They slide
I couldn't call yo down at my lowest
Why would I pick up in the sky
Said you my bro but In truth you folded
Speak on my name
You best not lie
Bad ass bitch sitting in my car
One of them foreign ones push to start
Shawty took my soul and she bruised my heart
I got thirteen reasons why I should fly
I bet could bet 5 racks that you gone die
Weed ain't shit
Need perc's for high
Twenty-one vibes to the telly
They slide
I couldn't call yo down at my lowest
Why would I pick up in the sky
Said you my bro but in truth you folded
Speak on my name you best not lie
Gah dam I'm mad I spilled this drank
Who is you?! it's God I thank
My bitch bad she fine my kink
Got Pretty pussy it's so pink (Fourty seven)
Twenty-one bands on pants on Gucci
Young and I'm turnt I feel like tunechi
Niggas talk loud but it mean nun too me
Money on big yeah money on 'sumi'
Just did my dance did my corvette
You right there come give me neck
Bad ass bitch I broke her back
Broke her back she dam near dead
It has always been fuck school
Didn't go to class, didn't have no lead
I used to play ball act a fool but now I make songs that bump your head
Fuck jail I'd rather get a bag instead
Got a mask on when ion got no bread
I don't know why that boy tried me
Lol now we both dead
Got a ski on cause we slide like sled
Fuck these boys they pigs they feds
Might just spend this check on my wrist
Or just spend this check on your head
Every night I bow my head
Thank you God I'm alive not dead
I poured a x in the lean Tried to boot up
But Instead I lost my sense
I make dollars not no sense
Bill for brunch it cost yo rent
Give that shit up like it's lent
In my world like a tent
These boys they just got me fucked up
These boys got me bent
Fourty seven bitch I lucked up
My bitch heaven sent
Once you go head run yo racks up
They'll be mad as hell
I just stepped in hunnid k large
Bad ass bitch sitting in my car
One of them foreign ones push to start
Shawty took my soul
And she bruised my heart
I got thirteen reasons why i should fly
I bet could bet 5 racks that you gone die
Weed ain't shit
Need perc's for high
Twenty-one vibes to the Tally
They slide
I couldn't call yo down at my lowest
Why would I pick up in the sky
Said you my bro but In truth you folded
Speak on my name
You best not lie
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Writer(s): Jubilee Emojong
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