Without U
Most of these niggas, they capped, they ain't really havin
I'm in Balenciaga, my bitch rockin' Lavin B-O-A 20k pulled off laughing, she wanna come over
I'm bibbin' and swaggin', Trap Rockstar, I pour me a two to get in my element
She Look in the sky and wishin' she don't want this moment to ever end
I look up thinking bout presidents, every day I wake up, I want some money
They leave when it rain, they flock when it's sunny my new New York boo, said she jackin the swag
I want that Benz gle the class, yeah, I love a hood bitch wit a lil class
She pledgin' to gang this shit to the death Designer boys, stamped she with me for life
I sip a two before I get on a flight I'm in first class, they smellin' the antidote
Lean and Za, yeah, that is my antidote I'm leanin' on my way to Miami
I'm gettin' too high, your bitch, she fan me
She poppin' percs, that bitch don't need no plan B
She geeked up, yeah, all the way through the summer 448, really touchin' them numbers
In the back of the back and I'm playin' with thumpers
In the back of the back and I'm tryin' to get back on attack to the racks
I call my bitch a young thug, she put the brack in her brack Or she put the crack in her crack
I put that codeine, right in my soda And now my feelings runnin' over
I put that codeine, all in my soda And now my feelings runnin' over
Wait, I gotta stop sluttin' these bitches I gotta stop spending this money
I gotta stop spilling my lean everywhere Like when I drive like a dummy
I gotta stop givin' these hoes my time, and energy
Gotta stop makin' these drugs a friend of me
I gotta stop makin' these drugs a drugs friend of me
In the back of the back and I'm tryin' to get back on attack to the racks
Every day I wake up, I put on all black Every day I want that money like andale
Too geeked up, I might make me a son today Savin' that shit for later, I want that money like now
I got a bitch who red and sexy, she want me to take her to Pound town
I don't know what I would do without you
Wait what the fuck would I do without you
Baby girl yeah I love you the most and I'm on drank let's have a toast
Most of these niggas, they capped, they ain't really havin
I'm in Balenciaga, my bitch rockin' Lavin B-O-A 20k pulled off laughing, she wanna come over
I'm bibbin' and swaggin', Trap Rockstar, I pour me a two to get in my element
She Look in the sky and wishin' she don't want this moment to ever end
I look up thinking bout presidents, every day I wake up, I want some money
They leave when it rain, they flock when it's sunny my new New York boo, said she jackin the swag
I want that Benz gle the class, yeah, I love a hood bitch wit a lil class
She pledgin' to gang this shit to the death Designer boys, stamped she with me for life
I sip a two before I get on a flight I'm in first class, they smellin' the antidote
Lean and Za, yeah, that is my antidote I'm leanin' on my way to Miami
I'm gettin' too high, your bitch, she fan me
She poppin' percs, that bitch don't need no plan B
She geeked up, yeah, all the way through the summer 448, really touchin' them numbers
In the back of the back and I'm playin' with thumpers
In the back of the back and I'm tryin' to get back on attack to the racks
I'm in Balenciaga, my bitch rockin' Lavin B-O-A 20k pulled off laughing, she wanna come over
I'm bibbin' and swaggin', Trap Rockstar, I pour me a two to get in my element
She Look in the sky and wishin' she don't want this moment to ever end
I look up thinking bout presidents, every day I wake up, I want some money
They leave when it rain, they flock when it's sunny my new New York boo, said she jackin the swag
I want that Benz gle the class, yeah, I love a hood bitch wit a lil class
She pledgin' to gang this shit to the death Designer boys, stamped she with me for life
I sip a two before I get on a flight I'm in first class, they smellin' the antidote
Lean and Za, yeah, that is my antidote I'm leanin' on my way to Miami
I'm gettin' too high, your bitch, she fan me
She poppin' percs, that bitch don't need no plan B
She geeked up, yeah, all the way through the summer 448, really touchin' them numbers
In the back of the back and I'm playin' with thumpers
In the back of the back and I'm tryin' to get back on attack to the racks
I call my bitch a young thug, she put the brack in her brack Or she put the crack in her crack
I put that codeine, right in my soda And now my feelings runnin' over
I put that codeine, all in my soda And now my feelings runnin' over
Wait, I gotta stop sluttin' these bitches I gotta stop spending this money
I gotta stop spilling my lean everywhere Like when I drive like a dummy
I gotta stop givin' these hoes my time, and energy
Gotta stop makin' these drugs a friend of me
I gotta stop makin' these drugs a drugs friend of me
In the back of the back and I'm tryin' to get back on attack to the racks
Every day I wake up, I put on all black Every day I want that money like andale
Too geeked up, I might make me a son today Savin' that shit for later, I want that money like now
I got a bitch who red and sexy, she want me to take her to Pound town
I don't know what I would do without you
Wait what the fuck would I do without you
Baby girl yeah I love you the most and I'm on drank let's have a toast
Most of these niggas, they capped, they ain't really havin
I'm in Balenciaga, my bitch rockin' Lavin B-O-A 20k pulled off laughing, she wanna come over
I'm bibbin' and swaggin', Trap Rockstar, I pour me a two to get in my element
She Look in the sky and wishin' she don't want this moment to ever end
I look up thinking bout presidents, every day I wake up, I want some money
They leave when it rain, they flock when it's sunny my new New York boo, said she jackin the swag
I want that Benz gle the class, yeah, I love a hood bitch wit a lil class
She pledgin' to gang this shit to the death Designer boys, stamped she with me for life
I sip a two before I get on a flight I'm in first class, they smellin' the antidote
Lean and Za, yeah, that is my antidote I'm leanin' on my way to Miami
I'm gettin' too high, your bitch, she fan me
She poppin' percs, that bitch don't need no plan B
She geeked up, yeah, all the way through the summer 448, really touchin' them numbers
In the back of the back and I'm playin' with thumpers
In the back of the back and I'm tryin' to get back on attack to the racks
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Writer(s): Damien Stevens
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