By Myself
Oh yeah
Uh
(Dream, this shit go dummy)
Bitch, I'm by myself
I got Ricky jeans on me, you know they tight as hell
Said she think 'bout fuckin' me, I said, "You might as well"
Baby girl, just said I'm dumb, you think I'm white and pale
By myself
I can't pull up to that bitch until I'm high as hell
Said you really havin' shit, my nigga, I can't tell
Shit, I think I'ma pop this perc', my nigga, try and sell
Send to the door right in this pack, then hit right in the mail
You know I'm a fiend, and you're just a hoe
I came with a beam if you wanna go
Leavin' the scene, these niggas is old (niggas is old)
Way too much what I need for sure
On my way, where you need me to go?
I'm in Florida with my zoes
I can't lack, I brought my pole
Nigga, I'm talkin' 'bout my price, you know it ain't too low
Put you a number on your head and add four motherfuckin' Os (do that)
Point a red beam on your chest and add more motherfuckin' holes (do that)
I done seen too many price, I think I done lost my soul
It was just all me at night, motherfuckin' broke
Now I came up, yeah, all fees
Now my neck got VVs
She with it when she asleep
Lil' bitch, don't play with me
I step in alligator
Know my gang gon' match the fuck up if we run out of paper
Know that I been out of touch once, but I been in it, lately
Gotta know I'm spendin', baby
They say, "How you doin', baby?"
I say, "Shit, oh nah, I'm cool"
Gettin' money is nothin' to do
She thought she was my number one, girl, I ain't even number you
Girl, don't I look numb to you?
Girl, don't this look fun to you?
I'm used to it, ain't nothin' new
Call my phone, I'll come to you
I'm crippled, can't run to you
Some of this shit be funny too
Tryna see why I'm alive, half my niggas ain't make it through
Fuck that shit, you'll make it too
Ain't gon' say what I'll make you do
Know some places I'll take you to
Might be late, can't wait for you
Bitch, I'm by myself
I got Ricky jeans on me, you know they tight as hell
Said she think 'bout fuckin' me, I said, "You might as well"
Baby girl, just said I'm dumb, you think I'm white and pale
By myself
I can't pull up to that bitch until I'm high as hell
Said you really havin' shit, my nigga, I can't tell
Shit, I think I'ma pop this perc', my nigga, try and sell
Send to the door right in this pack, then hit right in the mail
You know I'm a fiend, and you're just a hoe
I came with a beam if you wanna go
Leavin' the scene, these niggas is old (niggas is old)
Way too much what I need for sure
On my way, where you need me to go? (Where you need me to go?)
Uh
(Dream, this shit go dummy)
Bitch, I'm by myself
I got Ricky jeans on me, you know they tight as hell
Said she think 'bout fuckin' me, I said, "You might as well"
Baby girl, just said I'm dumb, you think I'm white and pale
By myself
I can't pull up to that bitch until I'm high as hell
Said you really havin' shit, my nigga, I can't tell
Shit, I think I'ma pop this perc', my nigga, try and sell
Send to the door right in this pack, then hit right in the mail
You know I'm a fiend, and you're just a hoe
I came with a beam if you wanna go
Leavin' the scene, these niggas is old (niggas is old)
Way too much what I need for sure
On my way, where you need me to go?
I'm in Florida with my zoes
I can't lack, I brought my pole
Nigga, I'm talkin' 'bout my price, you know it ain't too low
Put you a number on your head and add four motherfuckin' Os (do that)
Point a red beam on your chest and add more motherfuckin' holes (do that)
I done seen too many price, I think I done lost my soul
It was just all me at night, motherfuckin' broke
Now I came up, yeah, all fees
Now my neck got VVs
She with it when she asleep
Lil' bitch, don't play with me
I step in alligator
Know my gang gon' match the fuck up if we run out of paper
Know that I been out of touch once, but I been in it, lately
Gotta know I'm spendin', baby
They say, "How you doin', baby?"
I say, "Shit, oh nah, I'm cool"
Gettin' money is nothin' to do
She thought she was my number one, girl, I ain't even number you
Girl, don't I look numb to you?
Girl, don't this look fun to you?
I'm used to it, ain't nothin' new
Call my phone, I'll come to you
I'm crippled, can't run to you
Some of this shit be funny too
Tryna see why I'm alive, half my niggas ain't make it through
Fuck that shit, you'll make it too
Ain't gon' say what I'll make you do
Know some places I'll take you to
Might be late, can't wait for you
Bitch, I'm by myself
I got Ricky jeans on me, you know they tight as hell
Said she think 'bout fuckin' me, I said, "You might as well"
Baby girl, just said I'm dumb, you think I'm white and pale
By myself
I can't pull up to that bitch until I'm high as hell
Said you really havin' shit, my nigga, I can't tell
Shit, I think I'ma pop this perc', my nigga, try and sell
Send to the door right in this pack, then hit right in the mail
You know I'm a fiend, and you're just a hoe
I came with a beam if you wanna go
Leavin' the scene, these niggas is old (niggas is old)
Way too much what I need for sure
On my way, where you need me to go? (Where you need me to go?)
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Writer(s): James Haley, Dreamawake
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