Storm
This isn't the right time to call my phone right now
(Woah wo-ohh)
(Woah)
ESD in The cut
(Woah yeah)
(Woah yeah)
(Woah uh)
I'll hit you up later
Woah yeah
Started off soft but now I'm harder baking cake
And I know I was lost, depressed, heartbroken like a vase
Didn't know where I was going think I'm living in a maze
Went through rumours, drama, fake and now there's lies on my name
My mental state progressing bigger
Climb the ladder
Put my other hand up on the trigger
Incase he act up
They want drama, entertainment
Fucked once I wont call her baby
Lick life now they think I'm crazy
Toss this hoe now they friends hate me
Put a bullet through a fuck nigga
Live like lucid dreamer
I got smoke to hand out like some letters
Don't make me litter
Bitch bad you can see her cake
Cut grass so I see the snakes
So mad you can't ruin my day
Had to show niggas I don't play
Dumb fake (Dumb fake)
Why you capping on my name
Thought we were tight, guess the only way to win is to betray
Living life like a film I don't care what Niggas say
We gone win tonight bitch money over anything (See?)
Fuck fake friends
Put a bullet through your head
Make 'em dance
Designer belt, got that shit from France
Not again
Bitch gone tie her hair with rubber bands
To do work
Fingered that lil bitch under her skirt
She gone twerk
Fuck that bitch and throw her in the dirt
Now she hurt
That go give that Thot what she deserve
We have to hurt to attain (Attain)
Do what we need to be great (Great)
So fuck what them fuck niggas think (Think)
As long as I'm making these bricks (Bricks)
Money man (Money man)
Stack the cash dough man
Why you acting up
Lil bitch come get your man
Fuck liquor need a xan (Need a xan)
Stupid hoe you gotta go
Why I feel like Satan wanna take my soul?
Make the cash solo (Solo)
Can't befriend a pussy hoe
If I want dope I just go to my plug buy 4
I got smoke with some boys (Some boys)
Non east side boys (East side)
We can brawl until there's blood up on the floor
I done made some dumb mistakes I lean from that shit day-to-day
These Niggas steady hate they trynna pray a nigga fate
She said that she want a break, I won't force it just let her break
Why they trynna waste my time trynna kill a nigga day
They always help you spend it but they never help you get it
Don't lie to my face 'cause I know you done did it
Free my guys out the cage free my guys out the system
Niggas keep on catching cases only some of them beat it (how did he)
Niggas violate (Violate)
They trynna lock me in a cage
When you get questioned you gone lie or else we bussing through your face
Making cash for real (For real)
They trynna lock me in that cell
My old bitch lurking now she cut cause she don't got nobody else
Fuck a fake (Fuck a fake)
Only here so they can take
I need a real solid friend to take that fuck nigga place
When I come your block I'm killing
(Shhh)
Had to leave the nigga name out can not lack with a trace
Fuck fake friends
Put a bullet through your head
Make 'em dance
Designer belt, got that shit from France
Not again
Bitch gone tie her hair with rubber bands
To do work
Fingered that lil bitch under her skirt
She gone twerk
Fuck that bitch and throw her in the dirt
Now she hurt
That go give that Thot what she deserve
We have to hurt to attain (Attain)
Do what we need to be great (Great)
So fuck what them fuck niggas think (Think)
As long as I'm making these bricks (Bricks)
Woah
Woah
Woah
(Woah wo-ohh)
(Woah)
ESD in The cut
(Woah yeah)
(Woah yeah)
(Woah uh)
I'll hit you up later
Woah yeah
Started off soft but now I'm harder baking cake
And I know I was lost, depressed, heartbroken like a vase
Didn't know where I was going think I'm living in a maze
Went through rumours, drama, fake and now there's lies on my name
My mental state progressing bigger
Climb the ladder
Put my other hand up on the trigger
Incase he act up
They want drama, entertainment
Fucked once I wont call her baby
Lick life now they think I'm crazy
Toss this hoe now they friends hate me
Put a bullet through a fuck nigga
Live like lucid dreamer
I got smoke to hand out like some letters
Don't make me litter
Bitch bad you can see her cake
Cut grass so I see the snakes
So mad you can't ruin my day
Had to show niggas I don't play
Dumb fake (Dumb fake)
Why you capping on my name
Thought we were tight, guess the only way to win is to betray
Living life like a film I don't care what Niggas say
We gone win tonight bitch money over anything (See?)
Fuck fake friends
Put a bullet through your head
Make 'em dance
Designer belt, got that shit from France
Not again
Bitch gone tie her hair with rubber bands
To do work
Fingered that lil bitch under her skirt
She gone twerk
Fuck that bitch and throw her in the dirt
Now she hurt
That go give that Thot what she deserve
We have to hurt to attain (Attain)
Do what we need to be great (Great)
So fuck what them fuck niggas think (Think)
As long as I'm making these bricks (Bricks)
Money man (Money man)
Stack the cash dough man
Why you acting up
Lil bitch come get your man
Fuck liquor need a xan (Need a xan)
Stupid hoe you gotta go
Why I feel like Satan wanna take my soul?
Make the cash solo (Solo)
Can't befriend a pussy hoe
If I want dope I just go to my plug buy 4
I got smoke with some boys (Some boys)
Non east side boys (East side)
We can brawl until there's blood up on the floor
I done made some dumb mistakes I lean from that shit day-to-day
These Niggas steady hate they trynna pray a nigga fate
She said that she want a break, I won't force it just let her break
Why they trynna waste my time trynna kill a nigga day
They always help you spend it but they never help you get it
Don't lie to my face 'cause I know you done did it
Free my guys out the cage free my guys out the system
Niggas keep on catching cases only some of them beat it (how did he)
Niggas violate (Violate)
They trynna lock me in a cage
When you get questioned you gone lie or else we bussing through your face
Making cash for real (For real)
They trynna lock me in that cell
My old bitch lurking now she cut cause she don't got nobody else
Fuck a fake (Fuck a fake)
Only here so they can take
I need a real solid friend to take that fuck nigga place
When I come your block I'm killing
(Shhh)
Had to leave the nigga name out can not lack with a trace
Fuck fake friends
Put a bullet through your head
Make 'em dance
Designer belt, got that shit from France
Not again
Bitch gone tie her hair with rubber bands
To do work
Fingered that lil bitch under her skirt
She gone twerk
Fuck that bitch and throw her in the dirt
Now she hurt
That go give that Thot what she deserve
We have to hurt to attain (Attain)
Do what we need to be great (Great)
So fuck what them fuck niggas think (Think)
As long as I'm making these bricks (Bricks)
Woah
Woah
Woah
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Writer(s): Isaac Komakach
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