Just Want My Bezzle
Come on... Nigga in this Bitch... just cooling in this bitch.
Ohhhh Oh, Ohhh oh
Ain't never stood down Youngan always take in charge
Locked me in a cell they tryna do him bad, ima play it large
Tryna play me dirty they ain't give me shit sending bullets through the car
But this the life that I gotta live
Life or surrender my niggas gone and I miss them
I miss lil kaylin so many times could've died an missed us
I'm sending bullets through they car like it's missiles they ain't give me shit ride in chevy With my pistol
I got this pain inside my heart, I'm taking burdens off my chest
Before I leave and walk out I got up next They wanna work fa me, can't work fa free
On time I love, I pay the fee
Tryna Keep my head on thru the race
And I say
I wanna be the mane but I can't be the man
who I am not want me too die before I reach my success
I refuse to open up hoes tryna play me close
Niggas tryna vest up my chest mhm
I'm tryna hold on pain got me staying strong my youngin full of fentanyl still doped while He going lone
What the fuck you talking bout bring them choppers out when he raise his tone
Mama say a good child tryna thug em out tryna do him wrong
I had to pray god for to live Ain't never stood down Yungin always take in charge
Locked me in a cell they tryna do him bad, ima play it large
Tryna play me dirty they Ain't give me shit, sending bullets through the car
But this the life that I gotta live
Life or surrender my niggas gone and I miss them
I miss lil kaylin so many times could've died an missed us
I'm sending bullets through they car like it's Missiles they ain't give me shit ride in chevy With my pistols
Swerving In that Bentley Truck they ain't give us shit nigga
That comm'e Des garçons we put it on them bitch niggas
God I say that I'm sorry Ye I just wanna kill niggas
Mama I'm not sorry Ye grew up in the field with it
Whole lotta shit on top my chest I just don't deal with it
Money got him at his best I'm striping shit like Hill Figure
I just want that money want my diamonds n my bezel
Niggas tryna short for me I told the bitch can't help her
He say he gone stretch him just catch him watch him flex him
Flexing off that Ten-way get you stretched you know I flushed him
Money got him standing tall, Money got him fucked up
You know who I'm gone fuck with child down fuck with y'all I fuck with her
Ouuuuu ouu
Ouuuuu ouu
Ouuu
Money got him standing tall Money got 'em fucked up
Money got 'em standing
Money got him fucked up
Ohhhh Oh, Ohhh oh
Ain't never stood down Youngan always take in charge
Locked me in a cell they tryna do him bad, ima play it large
Tryna play me dirty they ain't give me shit sending bullets through the car
But this the life that I gotta live
Life or surrender my niggas gone and I miss them
I miss lil kaylin so many times could've died an missed us
I'm sending bullets through they car like it's missiles they ain't give me shit ride in chevy With my pistol
I got this pain inside my heart, I'm taking burdens off my chest
Before I leave and walk out I got up next They wanna work fa me, can't work fa free
On time I love, I pay the fee
Tryna Keep my head on thru the race
And I say
I wanna be the mane but I can't be the man
who I am not want me too die before I reach my success
I refuse to open up hoes tryna play me close
Niggas tryna vest up my chest mhm
I'm tryna hold on pain got me staying strong my youngin full of fentanyl still doped while He going lone
What the fuck you talking bout bring them choppers out when he raise his tone
Mama say a good child tryna thug em out tryna do him wrong
I had to pray god for to live Ain't never stood down Yungin always take in charge
Locked me in a cell they tryna do him bad, ima play it large
Tryna play me dirty they Ain't give me shit, sending bullets through the car
But this the life that I gotta live
Life or surrender my niggas gone and I miss them
I miss lil kaylin so many times could've died an missed us
I'm sending bullets through they car like it's Missiles they ain't give me shit ride in chevy With my pistols
Swerving In that Bentley Truck they ain't give us shit nigga
That comm'e Des garçons we put it on them bitch niggas
God I say that I'm sorry Ye I just wanna kill niggas
Mama I'm not sorry Ye grew up in the field with it
Whole lotta shit on top my chest I just don't deal with it
Money got him at his best I'm striping shit like Hill Figure
I just want that money want my diamonds n my bezel
Niggas tryna short for me I told the bitch can't help her
He say he gone stretch him just catch him watch him flex him
Flexing off that Ten-way get you stretched you know I flushed him
Money got him standing tall, Money got him fucked up
You know who I'm gone fuck with child down fuck with y'all I fuck with her
Ouuuuu ouu
Ouuuuu ouu
Ouuu
Money got him standing tall Money got 'em fucked up
Money got 'em standing
Money got him fucked up
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Writer(s): Timothy Autry
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