WHERES YO MAN?
Damn, say what's the plan? We runnin' shit till the A.M
Bae where's you man? I see him watching like a fan
And I bet that nigga ain't got no hands like damn
Just tell that lil nigga that we just friends
Like yo, I run the show, I used to smoke but I quit dope
Still on a roll, and bitch I'm high up as it goes
That means I ain't lower than none you hoes like yo
I stay on the top it's bout time you know, damn hoe
Till I collapse, when I was down they turned their backs
Them niggas sad, I ain't give up and came right back
I think that it's bout damn time they get it, I'm staying
I ain't gon be long gone for a minute ay
Shittin' on bitches I think it's bout time the listen
I take my shot I ain't missing you niggas still on them benches
Right now I'm poppin overseas, bitch I dropped out don't need degrees
I see copped a newer me but bitch you know they isn't me, like god
Damn, say what's the plan? We runnin' shit till the A.M
Bae where's you man? I see him watching like a fan
And I bet that nigga ain't got no hands like damn
Just tell that lil nigga that we just friends
Like yo, I run the show, I used to smoke but I quit dope
Still on a roll, and bitch I'm high up as it goes
That means I ain't lower than none you hoes like yo
I stay on the top it's bout time you know, damn hoe
Bae where's you man? I see him watching like a fan
And I bet that nigga ain't got no hands like damn
Just tell that lil nigga that we just friends
Like yo, I run the show, I used to smoke but I quit dope
Still on a roll, and bitch I'm high up as it goes
That means I ain't lower than none you hoes like yo
I stay on the top it's bout time you know, damn hoe
Till I collapse, when I was down they turned their backs
Them niggas sad, I ain't give up and came right back
I think that it's bout damn time they get it, I'm staying
I ain't gon be long gone for a minute ay
Shittin' on bitches I think it's bout time the listen
I take my shot I ain't missing you niggas still on them benches
Right now I'm poppin overseas, bitch I dropped out don't need degrees
I see copped a newer me but bitch you know they isn't me, like god
Damn, say what's the plan? We runnin' shit till the A.M
Bae where's you man? I see him watching like a fan
And I bet that nigga ain't got no hands like damn
Just tell that lil nigga that we just friends
Like yo, I run the show, I used to smoke but I quit dope
Still on a roll, and bitch I'm high up as it goes
That means I ain't lower than none you hoes like yo
I stay on the top it's bout time you know, damn hoe
Credits
Writer(s): Cairo Weir, Daniel Mabalot
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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