Damned

She want Louis V, but i'm outta cash
She texting me saying "She love my hair"
I said i'm chasing money, I'm stacking the bag
That bitch a hoe, she ain't getting me back
And you know, I got bands, never fumbling the bag
I'm all alone and it's making me sad (Woo)
I got shooters that go in the gym
We smoking a opp, we smoking his pack
Spin on his block, we gone spin it again

If a nigga want smoke he get killed on site
Rest in peace i'm blowing for all highs
Smoking the pack, kicking the clouds
And she know, I don't wanna waste no more time
I wanna make you all mine
She want Louis V, but i'm all outta cash
She texting me saying "She love my hair" (Woo)
Yea
Chasing the money, and stacking this cash (Woo)
Shawty know she ain't getting me back (Woo)

Nigga talk down he get hit with that stick
He dissing now he left in some strain
Yea
I got a chopper with a extendo clip
Dirt lean in my cup, i'm pouring a foreign

YM, YM Trez bitch
Yea
YM, YM Trez, bitch
Got them bitches all in my trap crip (Yeah)
Pull up in a foreign feeling like a trap kid
Should've seen all that shit that I did
Shining so hard, who fucking with the kid? (Mmm)
Haha
This ain't no murder but I kill it, got a flow I won't not steal it
I got some tea, can I spill it?
Pain won't go, I gotta heal it
I got a vibe, you gone feel it (Yeah)
I need some gas, let me hit it (Let's go)
Yeah

I was so rude
I was so cruel
Late night, call your phone just to see what's up with you
You asked where we should eat, I said it's up to you (Haha)
Racks on the table, I can't lie, they so blue (Yeah)
When I watch the news, I see nothing new (Nope)
All eyes on me like a T.V crew (Let's go)
Yeah
Who would've knew?
Why them niggas hating everything I do?
Crazy, haha
Ya know what i'm saying?



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Writer(s): Christian Spann
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