Jeff

Ayy, ayy
I'm sorry lil' bih, I been boolin on the road
Goin' back and fourth, Ion' think we can do this anymore
I've been on go, kicking in some shit, like Jim Jones
Pull up in the SRT truck, I just been in my head, I've been too gone (Slat)

I'll be with the gang, I don't care if they doin' right or wrong (Yeah)
You better come catch me, cause I've been hitting off another phone
Ion' need yo' heart lil' baby, you know I just need yo' dome
She said if you in yo' feelings, then go make another song

Call up the doctor, cause I wanna know what's on yo' head (Yeah)
This chop a fighter, cause it use its' arm and leg (Fa fa fa)
Don't try and act deaf now, you niggas heard what I said (Ugh)
The only thing I wanna do is count my pesos, like I'm Jeff
I got to big bitch, wit a lot of ass, her name is Meg (Yeah)
Tell on they whole gang, these niggas goin' fed
I still don't know how the fuck my cup went, pink to red
My money chillin', know it be under the bed

No I ain't no fool
Counting blues, nigga that's all I do (All I do)
This ho nagging, she fuckin' up my mood
Like Pac, he backdoored his mans' for some juice (Huh)
Slimy nigga, man I'm throwing up a deuce (Yeah)
Better not be alone, cause my young niggas finally come loot
Everything you heard about me, might just fucking be true
Big three four, in my cup, you know I am the truth (Yeah)

Throw the game away these niggas, really don't hoop
Came up from nothing, how the fuck is we goin' lose?
Drank put me in a coma, I'm finally snooze
Coincidental that my cop was on the news

Nah, Ion' even know what to tell ya'
You just going have to get it your own way bruh, like
Ion' know what to tell you anymore, you just got zoned

I'm sorry lil' bih, I been boolin' on the road
Goin' back and fourth, Ion' think we can do this anymore
I've been on go, kicking in some shit, like Jim Jones
Pull up in the SRT truck, I just been in my head, I've been too gone



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Writer(s): Phillip Ranson
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