Statement
Run it up I can't cut em no slack
Smokin' dope in the back of the lac'
Choppa Russian, it come from Afghan
She in love cause she know I'm the man
Smokin' dope let it blow in the wind
From the 3 let it go for the win
I've been taking the klonopins
But I know that I don't need the Xans
I might just hit the bank
Then take yo bitch on a date
She got the mileage I'm straight
He in the way
I give my lil bro the K
Hit you and you up in flames
Don't get erased
We gon send you to the gates
I think he was missing his face
She wonder why I'm so out of it
Baby I ain't had the drank in a couple of days
She thinkin' I'm tryna hide and shit
Baby don't play with my heart it's a consequence
And she got that wet like a fountain drip
And she know just what to say like a prophetess
And you gotta watch who you riding with
Envy and jealousy they might be hiding it
When you see how they feel
And you know it's real
Accept it and keep moving positive
Oh yeah
Take drugs for the love
Take it all away
I said I'm done but the fun just a call away
Now that I think about it
She can get my all today
Cause baby I ain't scared of love
We can fall away
Lover
Heartbreak hunter
I'ma young money gettin motherfucker
I'ma killa, cold machine gunner
Hit my ex bitch with a Stone Cold Stunner
Break ya bitch heart yeah I ain't gon love her
Send that bitch to the other bang brotha
Touch my lean
You gon catch this clip
Do ya catch my drift?
What I told yo bitch
Stars align
When me and the gang show
I'm on Mars
I'm high
Somewhere you can't go
I'm never hiding I be where the money at
He super broke and he sick he can't run it back
Niggas be chasing these hoes instead of the dough
Where in the fuck is the fun in that?
I keep my cool cause my bro keep a hundred pack
Bro got yo lil bitch in tune off a honey pack
You can catch me at the range
Chop with a lase-
Hit everywhere that you running at
Never forget all my brothers I'm front on that
All of these haters and fakers I stun on that
Niggas be cool with the opps I ain't stunning that
I get the money and I am not coming back
Niggas be cool with the opps I ain't stuntin' that
I get the money and I am not coming back
Niggas be cool with the opps I ain't stuntin' that
I get the money and I am not coming back
Smokin' dope in the back of the lac'
Choppa Russian, it come from Afghan
She in love cause she know I'm the man
Smokin' dope let it blow in the wind
From the 3 let it go for the win
I've been taking the klonopins
But I know that I don't need the Xans
I might just hit the bank
Then take yo bitch on a date
She got the mileage I'm straight
He in the way
I give my lil bro the K
Hit you and you up in flames
Don't get erased
We gon send you to the gates
I think he was missing his face
She wonder why I'm so out of it
Baby I ain't had the drank in a couple of days
She thinkin' I'm tryna hide and shit
Baby don't play with my heart it's a consequence
And she got that wet like a fountain drip
And she know just what to say like a prophetess
And you gotta watch who you riding with
Envy and jealousy they might be hiding it
When you see how they feel
And you know it's real
Accept it and keep moving positive
Oh yeah
Take drugs for the love
Take it all away
I said I'm done but the fun just a call away
Now that I think about it
She can get my all today
Cause baby I ain't scared of love
We can fall away
Lover
Heartbreak hunter
I'ma young money gettin motherfucker
I'ma killa, cold machine gunner
Hit my ex bitch with a Stone Cold Stunner
Break ya bitch heart yeah I ain't gon love her
Send that bitch to the other bang brotha
Touch my lean
You gon catch this clip
Do ya catch my drift?
What I told yo bitch
Stars align
When me and the gang show
I'm on Mars
I'm high
Somewhere you can't go
I'm never hiding I be where the money at
He super broke and he sick he can't run it back
Niggas be chasing these hoes instead of the dough
Where in the fuck is the fun in that?
I keep my cool cause my bro keep a hundred pack
Bro got yo lil bitch in tune off a honey pack
You can catch me at the range
Chop with a lase-
Hit everywhere that you running at
Never forget all my brothers I'm front on that
All of these haters and fakers I stun on that
Niggas be cool with the opps I ain't stunning that
I get the money and I am not coming back
Niggas be cool with the opps I ain't stuntin' that
I get the money and I am not coming back
Niggas be cool with the opps I ain't stuntin' that
I get the money and I am not coming back
Credits
Writer(s): Amontray Bell
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