My place
Been with the goons all noon your bitch wanna fuck with us she wanna listen to my tune
I don't stay with it but he got a tool
We cheifing on pressure you smoking on boof
Stay with the same people I ain't in a group
Rich as fuck and I'm geeked wearing Canadian Goose
Stay with the vets outside and she want to ride but she cannot come in with me
We don't want bodies no more so I'm hitting your legs bitch im finna hit you in the knee
I know she jealous as fuck she telling me boy can you please stop growing
Too fly I don't even try don't even gotta throw on Rick Owens
She wanna fuck with me but I still got to keep my composure
Bitch spamming my phone and I'm a be honest I tell you I don't know her
I'm gone be like way too up there I can tell you getting lower
Been chilling with the guys and I just walked in and they finna pour it
Never smoking a juul again
Heard my bars said lil gwaup you a poet
You wanna sell them hoes home grown but I know you too scared to grow it
Too real in my songs they telling me hear this shit but bitch I wrote it
I don't know you I ain't tryna be disrespectful
Let me get a break I need to focus on my mental
What I go through that shit it would kill you I know how to handle
My boy got that 30 on his back not talking Julius Randle
You don't know what it took to get to this place
Let me go back home I need to go to my place
You tell me to be safe but I don't know if I'm safe
I don't stay with it but he got a tool
We cheifing on pressure you smoking on boof
Stay with the same people I ain't in a group
Rich as fuck and I'm geeked wearing Canadian Goose
Stay with the vets outside and she want to ride but she cannot come in with me
We don't want bodies no more so I'm hitting your legs bitch im finna hit you in the knee
I know she jealous as fuck she telling me boy can you please stop growing
Too fly I don't even try don't even gotta throw on Rick Owens
She wanna fuck with me but I still got to keep my composure
Bitch spamming my phone and I'm a be honest I tell you I don't know her
I'm gone be like way too up there I can tell you getting lower
Been chilling with the guys and I just walked in and they finna pour it
Never smoking a juul again
Heard my bars said lil gwaup you a poet
You wanna sell them hoes home grown but I know you too scared to grow it
Too real in my songs they telling me hear this shit but bitch I wrote it
I don't know you I ain't tryna be disrespectful
Let me get a break I need to focus on my mental
What I go through that shit it would kill you I know how to handle
My boy got that 30 on his back not talking Julius Randle
You don't know what it took to get to this place
Let me go back home I need to go to my place
You tell me to be safe but I don't know if I'm safe
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Writer(s): Isaac Mendoza
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