Fun Plex
Been on this ride for a minute, and I'm so high right now
I might not ever come down
Niggas be talking that gangsta shit
But when we was outside they was never around
They wasting time I get better with time
Your grind gon show if you want it or not
Nigga life too short so I hold what I got
Hit the club with my niggas go home with a
And motherfuckers think they know about me
But my life a novel I'm slowly unfolding the plot yeah
Got a lil hoe at my spot don't wanna be rude
So I won't put her out yeah
But I hope she leave on her own cuz I prefer sleeping alone yeah
Straight up though
Motherfuckers be telling me like
Life not fair but somehow this shit be going up and down
Round and round
Like a carousel, or maybe a ferris wheel
I don't know I'm high, fuck it
Ay, ya'll niggas do too much chillin
I cop me a ticket then hop a plane and go get it
Different states different women they get no emojis
I save they name with the city
Space age pimpin, grade A denim fresh out the bank with it
Bitches running game I'm too playa to play with them
(Alright let me talk to em)
Papa G and the G is for got it on me
Late-night pasta from Bossa Nova
I know Pwee see me and he watching over like nigga I told you so
Run it up til my sneakers are open-toed
Fresh as fuck boy my drip is on overflow
Cut the bullshit this aint my first rodeo
I still feel underrated but they look at me like I made it
We be up all night faded
Still getting cake like happy belated
Still yelling Alief the home of the greatest
I seen some shit that I can't even say yet
I been that nigga since way back
Now I'm like where the cake at?
My diamonds break dance
Don't try me we stay strapped
Take a loss and I Harlem Shake back, like where Ma$e at?
More money, more problems I get it now
Ima still get rich anyhow
And my bitches don't really be trippin
I keep them in line like the drive-thru at In-N-Out
Can't wait to show Vannah we living different
I aint got to talk to my bro in a minute
I hope you forgive me and know I been trying
And can't wait to show you the places that I've been
All of the bitches i dive in
All the niggas wishing that I fall off while I'm climbing
All of this gold and these diamonds
All of this time you been gone I just been putting on
Fuck writing letters I mention your name
Keep your legacy strong when I'm writing these songs
Reggo just got out I pray he stay home
Still comin down like swangas and chrome
South West Alief Texas
Hell you talkin bout?
Nah for real though
Shoutout to all my niggas in the can
All my niggas still in the field
We gon hold it down
Keep it groovy
Yeah
I might not ever come down
Niggas be talking that gangsta shit
But when we was outside they was never around
They wasting time I get better with time
Your grind gon show if you want it or not
Nigga life too short so I hold what I got
Hit the club with my niggas go home with a
And motherfuckers think they know about me
But my life a novel I'm slowly unfolding the plot yeah
Got a lil hoe at my spot don't wanna be rude
So I won't put her out yeah
But I hope she leave on her own cuz I prefer sleeping alone yeah
Straight up though
Motherfuckers be telling me like
Life not fair but somehow this shit be going up and down
Round and round
Like a carousel, or maybe a ferris wheel
I don't know I'm high, fuck it
Ay, ya'll niggas do too much chillin
I cop me a ticket then hop a plane and go get it
Different states different women they get no emojis
I save they name with the city
Space age pimpin, grade A denim fresh out the bank with it
Bitches running game I'm too playa to play with them
(Alright let me talk to em)
Papa G and the G is for got it on me
Late-night pasta from Bossa Nova
I know Pwee see me and he watching over like nigga I told you so
Run it up til my sneakers are open-toed
Fresh as fuck boy my drip is on overflow
Cut the bullshit this aint my first rodeo
I still feel underrated but they look at me like I made it
We be up all night faded
Still getting cake like happy belated
Still yelling Alief the home of the greatest
I seen some shit that I can't even say yet
I been that nigga since way back
Now I'm like where the cake at?
My diamonds break dance
Don't try me we stay strapped
Take a loss and I Harlem Shake back, like where Ma$e at?
More money, more problems I get it now
Ima still get rich anyhow
And my bitches don't really be trippin
I keep them in line like the drive-thru at In-N-Out
Can't wait to show Vannah we living different
I aint got to talk to my bro in a minute
I hope you forgive me and know I been trying
And can't wait to show you the places that I've been
All of the bitches i dive in
All the niggas wishing that I fall off while I'm climbing
All of this gold and these diamonds
All of this time you been gone I just been putting on
Fuck writing letters I mention your name
Keep your legacy strong when I'm writing these songs
Reggo just got out I pray he stay home
Still comin down like swangas and chrome
South West Alief Texas
Hell you talkin bout?
Nah for real though
Shoutout to all my niggas in the can
All my niggas still in the field
We gon hold it down
Keep it groovy
Yeah
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