IDK

Aye
I keep two standard clips cause my pro mag had jammed on me
Boy it ain't no linkin up wit me, you a ham homie
Sendin this shit through the Mail, had ta put a stamp on it
Why you switch to zone nigga, you couldn't stay in man Brodie

Why you lie to her tell her I said shit that I didn't
Bro I felt like Ken & Dess when I mask up tell Bro let's get it
It's a good day I hope my ho don't ruin it by bitchin
Boy I'll kill myself before I eva go down & start snitching
I kno you heard Tae comin home
8 year sentence
Why you mad dat I ain't at the crib bitch I'm tryna get riches
Ima soul survivor you kno its survival of the fittest
Bro asked if I ride wit switches had to tell bro ass he trippin
This a good day I'm bouta smoke some woods & call Zay
I told Will to send me Izzy size it took him 9 days
Bouta go pull up on Troy had ta give my password ta Jay
This lil ho tryna be like tryna say everything that I say
Boy you bet not bet against my beam this ain't parlay
I told her dat we can get a room you can't come where I stay
Bitch wanna play games all day, hoe this ain't no arcade
If yo ass see me in bucees I'm prolly gettin a parfait
Why this ho think I love ha
Ho yo ass dumb as hell
Prolly playin games wit Mari
Aye no hat that shit fun as hell
He love showin guns online he think this shit a show & tell
Boy ass really wouldn't sco
But he think he cold as hell
You the type on warzone see a gun you wouldn't land on it
Talkin bout you got a crazy ex he got yo lo don't he
& I'm prolly droppin 4 oh, gotta sco on em
He say dat he was around but really I ain't kno homie



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Writer(s): Tariq Grayson
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