True
Yuh, all these bitches fools
I came into the game, now all these bitches drool
They be fucking with me, cause they know that I'm cool
I got that bitch Whitney, she fuckin on my stool
Yuh, and I don't follow no rules
Cause I gotta go
No time for these lames
No time for these hoes
Water like a hose
I'm back inside yo bitch
What she even know?
I'm back inside the stu
For my fuckin bros, yuh
Stay ten toes above you
There ain't no reason I just wanted love too
I can't change it
I'm so cold it's ice my veins bitch
And it still be rainin
Everyday wonder when the seasons changing
And my hearts still cold
And now I'm growing old
But, still don't know
Where I'm gon go
And I don't know what I'm gon do
And I keep tryna prove to you
I could make it all come true
But I guess that's not enough though
I could cut throats
I said enough shit I prolly got enough quotes
But listen what I'm tryna say
I could make a flow blow up like it's a fucking hand grenade
Then I let it marinate
Sing yo bitch a serenade
She taste like some Minute Maid
You know that shit lemonade
I ain't ever have no aid
Gettin paid since the day I was laid
I got money flows they be hittin like a blade
Grade A
Fuckin with yo bitch she gettin played
I came into the game, now all these bitches drool
They be fucking with me, cause they know that I'm cool
I got that bitch Whitney, she fuckin on my stool
Yuh, and I don't follow no rules
Cause I gotta go
No time for these lames
No time for these hoes
Water like a hose
I'm back inside yo bitch
What she even know?
I'm back inside the stu
For my fuckin bros, yuh
Stay ten toes above you
There ain't no reason I just wanted love too
I can't change it
I'm so cold it's ice my veins bitch
And it still be rainin
Everyday wonder when the seasons changing
And my hearts still cold
And now I'm growing old
But, still don't know
Where I'm gon go
And I don't know what I'm gon do
And I keep tryna prove to you
I could make it all come true
But I guess that's not enough though
I could cut throats
I said enough shit I prolly got enough quotes
But listen what I'm tryna say
I could make a flow blow up like it's a fucking hand grenade
Then I let it marinate
Sing yo bitch a serenade
She taste like some Minute Maid
You know that shit lemonade
I ain't ever have no aid
Gettin paid since the day I was laid
I got money flows they be hittin like a blade
Grade A
Fuckin with yo bitch she gettin played
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Writer(s): Chase Rutherford
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