Fr33styl3

Imma southern-made loud mouth
Play like 25 out
If you on my line, ain't bout no work
Then what we talkin' bout?

24/365
Do what it takes to survive
Niggas ain't livin like me
Death couldn't take me alive

Full blown pariah
Yes an outkast
They mighta did it for the moment
But I'm here to last
Pushin' da issue
To push da gas
I need some big booty bitches
A beach-house pad

Wrap it un in Glad bags
Where I'm from, it ain't no love
They shootin' shit like Baghdad
One inna head I gots to have

Why would you
Call out an introvert
Talkin' my shit what's
Wrong wit dat
Fuck and I swear I
Won't call her back
I popped off when I
Touched the Mac

Snapped outta my sleep
Dripped in cold sweat
Bittersweet dreams
Money schemes but
Demons still after me

Actually I'm movin' vigilant
The written risks ain't shit
When you gotta get up and get it

I got soulful 16s
Hooks that'll draw
The fishy bitches wit extensions
Ask ya homegirl, cause she's a witness

Niggas beef over pussy
And that's a bitch move
Steppin' in the wrong shit
I'm the one you look up to

If granny saw me now she'd ask me
"What you sin fo?" because I spent more?
What you got dat fuckin' tint fo?

I'm bent rollin' blizzys
Wit my truffle, Lindor, chocolate
Ha sloppy is preposterous
My common sense is knowledge

Long as my dollars make cents
I made promises to past loves
2016, Ian seen shawty since

Well damn, ain't that some shit
Life's a bitch so I dress her up
Take her out and fuck ha out ha kicks

Mad quick, fast split, cash flip
Ashin' half spliffs, that's a class trip

Heard it's lonely at the top
I'm glad that Ian mad rich
I'm glad that Ian have shit uh
But lately I been havin' shit



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Writer(s): Vinson Alexander
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