trouble

I went and ran it the fuck up (what the fuck?)
Most of these niggas, don't trust 'em, no
I put my trust in my hundreds
Ride with the toolie, I'm tuckin', woah
These niggas not about nothin' (never)
And that ho think that I love her, no

"How many racks?" A couple
Caught that boy lack, his ass in trouble (yeah)
He in my pack, got hit with a nuzzle
Pop me a flat, I'm doin' a couple
My money fat, I'm makin' it double
He wanna chat, get put in a bubble (yeah, yeah)
I wanna crack, that bitch wanna cuddle
(What, what?)
That bitch, she bad, I give her my number (yeah)
Blast, we turn that boy into rubble

Blast, we turn that boy into- (what? Let's go)
We turn that boy into nothin'
I'ma turn none to-
I'ma turn none to somethin' (yeah)
Shootin', we havin' some fun
Smokin' that boy like it's Runtz (yeah)
After I fuck, lil' bitch, we are done
Yeah, diamonds they shine like the sun
Diamonds they shine like the- (what?), yeah
Diamonds they shine like the- (go)
I got the pack for the low (yeah)
I brought the pack in the boat
You wanna hang? Boy, get a rope (yeah)
Shout-out my twizzy, my loc
Guarantee he gettin' poked (bow)
Guarantee he gettin' smoked (smoked)

I went and ran it the fuck up (what the fuck?)
Most of these niggas, don't trust 'em, no
I put my trust in my hundreds
Ride with the toolie, I'm tuckin', woah
These niggas not about nothin' (never)
And that ho think that I love her, no

"How many racks?" A couple
Caught that boy lack, his ass in trouble (yeah)
He in my pack, got hit with a nuzzle
Pop me a flat, I'm doin' a couple
My money fat, I'm makin' it double
He wanna chat, get put in a bubble (yeah, yeah)
I wanna crack, that bitch wanna cuddle
(What, what?)
That bitch, she bad, I give her my number (yeah)
Blast, we turn that boy into rubble (yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Ross, George Kala, Javier Mercado, Amiri Dexter Chase
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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