Hurt Sumn (feat. Lil Rich)
Yeah, my dawg locked on tiger, sellin' that wood
Just be patient till that doja come
If my money come out late, one more time
I'ma put a hole in one
Come on, I'm tryna murk some
Pretty face and ass, but I know that bitch ain't worth none
If I throw this pill back, nigga I'ma hurt some
It's gelato bill, why they keep on askin' me for pills
Twenty down last week, I've been trappin' it out for years
Go and call 10-90, you can't name a time I squeal
I keep callin' on my dawg, he keep bringin' up these pills
I've been trappin' all my life, prayin' that I get a meal
Every time I pull up on Kells, I bite down on pills
If a nigga don't get a deal, I'ma get a kill
How the fuck you say you love me, left me unscrapped in the field
When I was broke as fuck on my dick, all I think about kill
Niggas dyin' all on Facebook live, seen them on the real
I know you don't love me, baby girl, you love how money feel
Got a call that my dawg died, yeah, I dropped some tears
Niggas, dead fucking opps I'm turnin' niggas to pallbearers
Broke my heart, bitch, but you ain't tryna go and catch a kill
Free my dawg, saw them chains, them niggas went and caught an m
Yeah, my dawg locked on tiger, sellin' that wood
Just be patient till that doja come
If my money come out late, one more time
I'ma put a hole in one
Come on, I'm tryna murk some
Pretty face and ass, but I know that bitch ain't worth none
If I throw this pill back, nigga I'ma hurt some
It's gelato bill, why they keep on askin' me for pills
Twenty down last week, I've been trappin' it out for years
Go and call 10-90, you can't name a time I squeal
Bitch on my line, yeah, she done, tryna slurp some
Crazy thoughts in my mind, can't get rest, I'm tryna murk some
Tell me if you with it, got my money up
Might just drop a five on his fitted
If it's time, then we drillin
I done seen a hundred K, but I'm still rockin' Dickies
All these millions in my vision, raise your clock up if you feel me
Shit, Trill, you'll think I signed with pimp c
Got my nigga rich with me, why the fuck you on my line
If you ain't talkin' bout no Benjis, nigga
Come on
Just be patient till that doja come
If my money come out late, one more time
I'ma put a hole in one
Come on, I'm tryna murk some
Pretty face and ass, but I know that bitch ain't worth none
If I throw this pill back, nigga I'ma hurt some
It's gelato bill, why they keep on askin' me for pills
Twenty down last week, I've been trappin' it out for years
Go and call 10-90, you can't name a time I squeal
I keep callin' on my dawg, he keep bringin' up these pills
I've been trappin' all my life, prayin' that I get a meal
Every time I pull up on Kells, I bite down on pills
If a nigga don't get a deal, I'ma get a kill
How the fuck you say you love me, left me unscrapped in the field
When I was broke as fuck on my dick, all I think about kill
Niggas dyin' all on Facebook live, seen them on the real
I know you don't love me, baby girl, you love how money feel
Got a call that my dawg died, yeah, I dropped some tears
Niggas, dead fucking opps I'm turnin' niggas to pallbearers
Broke my heart, bitch, but you ain't tryna go and catch a kill
Free my dawg, saw them chains, them niggas went and caught an m
Yeah, my dawg locked on tiger, sellin' that wood
Just be patient till that doja come
If my money come out late, one more time
I'ma put a hole in one
Come on, I'm tryna murk some
Pretty face and ass, but I know that bitch ain't worth none
If I throw this pill back, nigga I'ma hurt some
It's gelato bill, why they keep on askin' me for pills
Twenty down last week, I've been trappin' it out for years
Go and call 10-90, you can't name a time I squeal
Bitch on my line, yeah, she done, tryna slurp some
Crazy thoughts in my mind, can't get rest, I'm tryna murk some
Tell me if you with it, got my money up
Might just drop a five on his fitted
If it's time, then we drillin
I done seen a hundred K, but I'm still rockin' Dickies
All these millions in my vision, raise your clock up if you feel me
Shit, Trill, you'll think I signed with pimp c
Got my nigga rich with me, why the fuck you on my line
If you ain't talkin' bout no Benjis, nigga
Come on
Credits
Writer(s): Dallas Waiters
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