NO ATTEMPTS
Put three grams inside a blunt I said facing all my problems
Conversations with my demons but I'm fighting with my mama
Bro can dance his ass off but he be sliding with a choppa
He was loafing with them bitches they ain't kill him but they got him
Gotta go in
Last night sipped a whole ten
I ain't kissing no hoe bitch
I'm gonna pop my own shit
And if they ask me about a body I don't know shit
Before you buy a bitch a wrist watch ice out your own wrist
And I had them killers masked up way before COVID
I'm a shooter ain't no talking I ain't sending no diss
I'm gonna send a whole blitz
I will get your hoe hit
Brodie got a new stick
You capping you don't spin
You acting you not on shit
I'm smoking on gelato
Put my opps inside a fronto
She dick eating she ain't my hoe
Need that pape I'm talking pronto
I got killers in a Tahoe
I got pape and I'm not broke
Hit his face or hit his top bro
Sliding then we gotta go
I see it In your eyes I know you not gonna spend
Lately on my mind it's been murderous intent
You can't see what I'm riding cause it's five percent tint
And when you catch him you gotta kill many men
You better chase him down cause I ain't paying for attempts
And they wanna see me down they don't wanna see me win
I'm tryna see him down I'm tryna hit him in his head
I gave them a frown when I seen the nigga dead
Conversations with my demons but I'm fighting with my mama
Bro can dance his ass off but he be sliding with a choppa
He was loafing with them bitches they ain't kill him but they got him
Gotta go in
Last night sipped a whole ten
I ain't kissing no hoe bitch
I'm gonna pop my own shit
And if they ask me about a body I don't know shit
Before you buy a bitch a wrist watch ice out your own wrist
And I had them killers masked up way before COVID
I'm a shooter ain't no talking I ain't sending no diss
I'm gonna send a whole blitz
I will get your hoe hit
Brodie got a new stick
You capping you don't spin
You acting you not on shit
I'm smoking on gelato
Put my opps inside a fronto
She dick eating she ain't my hoe
Need that pape I'm talking pronto
I got killers in a Tahoe
I got pape and I'm not broke
Hit his face or hit his top bro
Sliding then we gotta go
I see it In your eyes I know you not gonna spend
Lately on my mind it's been murderous intent
You can't see what I'm riding cause it's five percent tint
And when you catch him you gotta kill many men
You better chase him down cause I ain't paying for attempts
And they wanna see me down they don't wanna see me win
I'm tryna see him down I'm tryna hit him in his head
I gave them a frown when I seen the nigga dead
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Writer(s): Bankroll Ny, Nyeim Ford
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