500lbs
Oh
Uh-uh, uh (blatt, blatt, blatt)
Yeah, not livin' enough (ayy)
This blunt, I'm takin' a puff
Was startin' to feel like it's us
No trust, so do as you must (yeah), for real
Don't know when I stay out of town
I get dough when I stay out of town
500 chops, I got 500 rounds
500 plots, I got 500 pounds, yeah
I'm trustin' nothin' I'm told, honestly
I'm trustin' half what I'm shown
I don't pop out, but it's each to they own
My b–, she hate when I be on my phone
Think she forgot, I got me on my phone
Not safe for me to forget that I'm known
Argue 'bout bullsh–, you know that you grown
I don't know, the only reason I condone it
I know how it works, I know you a flirt
She sent me the flick, tagged not safe for work
Don't get your feelings hurt while tryna lurk
My b– want Chanel, then sh–, grab a purse
She told me she bad, I say, "You could do worse"
I'm born to be blessed, I live with a curse
When sh– is a mess, I'm rollin' up first
I smoked on my blunt, then I hit the church
'Cause nobody get where you comin' from
You know how it get when you goin' numb
You know what we on, matter how you judged
Dealin' with bullsh–, out of love
My life a story, it's not a punch-in
My life a party, it's not a function
I never needed no introduction
Know I'm a star, I'm still adjusting
And I can't go out like that
You know that's why I'm clutchin'
And I see it why they overreact
But all this sh– ain't nothin'
Told me you gon' send the bread you owe me
Talkin' like you got an option
She said, "It's like you don't know you a star"
I tell her that I'm still adjusting
Yeah, not livin' enough (ayy)
This blunt, I'm takin' a puff
Was startin' to feel like it's us
No trust, so do as you must, for real
Don't know when I stay out of town (for real)
I get dough when I stay out of town
500 chops, I got 500 rounds
500 plots, I got 500 pounds, yeah
I'm trustin' nothin' I'm told, honestly
I'm trustin' half what I'm shown
I don't pop out, but it's each to they own
My b–, she hate when I be on my phone
Think she forgot, I got me on my phone
Not safe for me to forget that I'm known
Argue 'bout bullsh–, you know that you grown
I don't know, the only reason I condone it (yeah, yeah)
Uh-uh, uh (blatt, blatt, blatt)
Yeah, not livin' enough (ayy)
This blunt, I'm takin' a puff
Was startin' to feel like it's us
No trust, so do as you must (yeah), for real
Don't know when I stay out of town
I get dough when I stay out of town
500 chops, I got 500 rounds
500 plots, I got 500 pounds, yeah
I'm trustin' nothin' I'm told, honestly
I'm trustin' half what I'm shown
I don't pop out, but it's each to they own
My b–, she hate when I be on my phone
Think she forgot, I got me on my phone
Not safe for me to forget that I'm known
Argue 'bout bullsh–, you know that you grown
I don't know, the only reason I condone it
I know how it works, I know you a flirt
She sent me the flick, tagged not safe for work
Don't get your feelings hurt while tryna lurk
My b– want Chanel, then sh–, grab a purse
She told me she bad, I say, "You could do worse"
I'm born to be blessed, I live with a curse
When sh– is a mess, I'm rollin' up first
I smoked on my blunt, then I hit the church
'Cause nobody get where you comin' from
You know how it get when you goin' numb
You know what we on, matter how you judged
Dealin' with bullsh–, out of love
My life a story, it's not a punch-in
My life a party, it's not a function
I never needed no introduction
Know I'm a star, I'm still adjusting
And I can't go out like that
You know that's why I'm clutchin'
And I see it why they overreact
But all this sh– ain't nothin'
Told me you gon' send the bread you owe me
Talkin' like you got an option
She said, "It's like you don't know you a star"
I tell her that I'm still adjusting
Yeah, not livin' enough (ayy)
This blunt, I'm takin' a puff
Was startin' to feel like it's us
No trust, so do as you must, for real
Don't know when I stay out of town (for real)
I get dough when I stay out of town
500 chops, I got 500 rounds
500 plots, I got 500 pounds, yeah
I'm trustin' nothin' I'm told, honestly
I'm trustin' half what I'm shown
I don't pop out, but it's each to they own
My b–, she hate when I be on my phone
Think she forgot, I got me on my phone
Not safe for me to forget that I'm known
Argue 'bout bullsh–, you know that you grown
I don't know, the only reason I condone it (yeah, yeah)
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Writer(s): Tyler Justin Sharpe, Rio Francesco Leyva, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, John Henry Iv Darden
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