Whatchuwant?
Ayy, ayy, now what you want, ho
All you do is euro step me like a Rondo
She hope I'm looking like the Brando
Had enough so whatchu hit my line for (yuh, yuh)
What the fuck, you kickin' up the front door
Why the fuck you acting like a fucking bitch, you ho (yeah)
Said that she love me but she ain't no more
Fuck that lil bitch, got no time to win her back
Better grab my bag, spending
Lookin' them asses bouncin'
I came wit that thug shit
50 on my glock, ayy
Fuckin' on yo thot, I can't never love a thot
But them bitches hit my line
Taking pictures of their thighs (yeah)
All my soul they dried, I'm like "50 on my glock"
Pain so fucked up, Needa block em
So fucked up, needa smoke some
Like tomorrow never comes
In the backyard feel so lost and I'm making all these songs
Hope I see you in your dorm feeling lonely so alone
Cus I don't wanna be the one, feelin' sadness all the time
See me writing all these rhymes
Never tell em on the Gram
Less they book me for a show
Buy that dutches, role sum more
All these people will forget me, so I fuckin' up my life no doubt
Ayy, now what you want, ho
All you do is euro step me like a Rondo
She hope I'm looking like the Brando
Had enough so whatchu hit my line for (yuh, yuh)
Ayy, now what you want, ho
All you do is euro step me like a Rondo (ayy, like Rondo, yeah)
She hope I'm looking like the Brando
Had enough so whatchu hit my line for
All you do is euro step me like a Rondo
She hope I'm looking like the Brando
Had enough so whatchu hit my line for (yuh, yuh)
What the fuck, you kickin' up the front door
Why the fuck you acting like a fucking bitch, you ho (yeah)
Said that she love me but she ain't no more
Fuck that lil bitch, got no time to win her back
Better grab my bag, spending
Lookin' them asses bouncin'
I came wit that thug shit
50 on my glock, ayy
Fuckin' on yo thot, I can't never love a thot
But them bitches hit my line
Taking pictures of their thighs (yeah)
All my soul they dried, I'm like "50 on my glock"
Pain so fucked up, Needa block em
So fucked up, needa smoke some
Like tomorrow never comes
In the backyard feel so lost and I'm making all these songs
Hope I see you in your dorm feeling lonely so alone
Cus I don't wanna be the one, feelin' sadness all the time
See me writing all these rhymes
Never tell em on the Gram
Less they book me for a show
Buy that dutches, role sum more
All these people will forget me, so I fuckin' up my life no doubt
Ayy, now what you want, ho
All you do is euro step me like a Rondo
She hope I'm looking like the Brando
Had enough so whatchu hit my line for (yuh, yuh)
Ayy, now what you want, ho
All you do is euro step me like a Rondo (ayy, like Rondo, yeah)
She hope I'm looking like the Brando
Had enough so whatchu hit my line for
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