Suicides
I lost all my trust
Let me see your hands
I lost all my love
So give me all your bands
Bleed em' for your mans
Bleed and understand
Do it for the bands
Born to be a boss
And I knew what it cost
New to the floss
You don't feel the same losses
She choose on the sauce
Sippin' like I got a cough, Nah
I ain't got a cough
Drop will leave you in a coffin
I ain't big on the talk
Smoke a fronto by the dolphins
Bands off a call
Told my mama I'm a ball
RIP to my dogs
Drop some lines on my forces
Take you on a tour
Narcotic hypnosis
Don't get too attached to me
You can end the casualty
You'll be less than the cash to me
I lost all my trust
Let me see your hands
I lost all my love
So give me all your bands
Bleed em' for your mans
Bleed and understand
Do it for the bands
Can't put faith in a whore
She loves Christian Dior
I love thuggin and hustling, finessing and more
You ever had a quete as your bestfriend
Ever had someone that wanted you dead
Can't be scared of the bread Can't be scared of bread
I can't fuck what niggas that move like the feds
You can choose the cash or you can choose the lead
Do it for my niggas that's been laid to rest
I lost all my trust
Let me see your hands
I lost all my love
So give me all your bands
Bleed em' for your mans
Bleed and understand
Do it for the bands
Let me see your hands
I lost all my love
So give me all your bands
Bleed em' for your mans
Bleed and understand
Do it for the bands
Born to be a boss
And I knew what it cost
New to the floss
You don't feel the same losses
She choose on the sauce
Sippin' like I got a cough, Nah
I ain't got a cough
Drop will leave you in a coffin
I ain't big on the talk
Smoke a fronto by the dolphins
Bands off a call
Told my mama I'm a ball
RIP to my dogs
Drop some lines on my forces
Take you on a tour
Narcotic hypnosis
Don't get too attached to me
You can end the casualty
You'll be less than the cash to me
I lost all my trust
Let me see your hands
I lost all my love
So give me all your bands
Bleed em' for your mans
Bleed and understand
Do it for the bands
Can't put faith in a whore
She loves Christian Dior
I love thuggin and hustling, finessing and more
You ever had a quete as your bestfriend
Ever had someone that wanted you dead
Can't be scared of the bread Can't be scared of bread
I can't fuck what niggas that move like the feds
You can choose the cash or you can choose the lead
Do it for my niggas that's been laid to rest
I lost all my trust
Let me see your hands
I lost all my love
So give me all your bands
Bleed em' for your mans
Bleed and understand
Do it for the bands
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Writer(s): Isaiah Cain
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