Yaya
Why the fuck the tryna try me? Yeah yeah
Bend that bitch like pilate yeah yeah
No I ain't tryna party yeah yeah
Know I just want your body yeah yeah
Know these bitches be thotties yeah yeah
Man these bitches for everybody
If they try me again they gon be dead probably
Fuck my ex bitch, she on the meds probably
Talking down on gang, I'm on your head probably
I'm on your head yeah
Remember days when I was on the meds yeah
Yeah, all them nights I wasn't fed yeah
I was out here wishing I was dead yeah
Huh?
Toting a stick like a mop
Mama told me get a job
Fuck all that mama, I'm tryna make it pop
I be doing what I say
I be bringing in that bankroll
I was climbing up to better days
Never gave a fuck what they on
I really pop shit no cap bitch
I ain't fucking nothing if it ain't a bad bitch
Know my brother wildin' he a savage
Pull it out the bank I'm talking 'bout cash bitch, oh yeah
Huh
Running around the country like a roadrunner
AD told me "this is your summer"
I'mma run up like a whole hundred
Yeah
Yeah
This your life, so what you want from it?
From the places, we was all thuggin'
Now we getting what we all wanted
Now we getting what we all wanted
Talking 'bout rackies, now it's no hundreds
You know that lil shorty bad yeah yeah
Never hit it from the back yeah yeah
Never hit it from the back, I been tryna look you right in your eyes
Yeah yeah
I'm tryna get up in them thighs
Look up in her soul and tell her she mines yeah yeah
Why I'm gon care about 'em? They ain't ever care about me
Back then they would never listen what I'm saying
Now they turning heads when I preach
I'm in Cali for the winter
But I swear I ain't ever tryna leave
I was on bad shit
Now I got me a bad bitch, laying down by the beach yeah
I'm from the rain nigga, not the ocean
Know I still be having motion
Pocket watching how I'm rolling
I be locked in on my own shit
I'm tryna spend some rackies on a Audemars
I ain't even there yet
Fuck it 'cause I know my niggas still going far
I ain't even dead yet
Why the fuck the tryna try me? Yeah yeah
Bend that bitch like pilate yeah yeah
No I ain't tryna party yeah yeah
Know I just want your body yeah yeah
Know these bitches be thotties yeah yeah
Man these bitches for everybody
If they try me again they gon be dead probably
Fuck my ex bitch, she on the meds probably
Talking down on gang, I'm on your head probably
Bend that bitch like pilate yeah yeah
No I ain't tryna party yeah yeah
Know I just want your body yeah yeah
Know these bitches be thotties yeah yeah
Man these bitches for everybody
If they try me again they gon be dead probably
Fuck my ex bitch, she on the meds probably
Talking down on gang, I'm on your head probably
I'm on your head yeah
Remember days when I was on the meds yeah
Yeah, all them nights I wasn't fed yeah
I was out here wishing I was dead yeah
Huh?
Toting a stick like a mop
Mama told me get a job
Fuck all that mama, I'm tryna make it pop
I be doing what I say
I be bringing in that bankroll
I was climbing up to better days
Never gave a fuck what they on
I really pop shit no cap bitch
I ain't fucking nothing if it ain't a bad bitch
Know my brother wildin' he a savage
Pull it out the bank I'm talking 'bout cash bitch, oh yeah
Huh
Running around the country like a roadrunner
AD told me "this is your summer"
I'mma run up like a whole hundred
Yeah
Yeah
This your life, so what you want from it?
From the places, we was all thuggin'
Now we getting what we all wanted
Now we getting what we all wanted
Talking 'bout rackies, now it's no hundreds
You know that lil shorty bad yeah yeah
Never hit it from the back yeah yeah
Never hit it from the back, I been tryna look you right in your eyes
Yeah yeah
I'm tryna get up in them thighs
Look up in her soul and tell her she mines yeah yeah
Why I'm gon care about 'em? They ain't ever care about me
Back then they would never listen what I'm saying
Now they turning heads when I preach
I'm in Cali for the winter
But I swear I ain't ever tryna leave
I was on bad shit
Now I got me a bad bitch, laying down by the beach yeah
I'm from the rain nigga, not the ocean
Know I still be having motion
Pocket watching how I'm rolling
I be locked in on my own shit
I'm tryna spend some rackies on a Audemars
I ain't even there yet
Fuck it 'cause I know my niggas still going far
I ain't even dead yet
Why the fuck the tryna try me? Yeah yeah
Bend that bitch like pilate yeah yeah
No I ain't tryna party yeah yeah
Know I just want your body yeah yeah
Know these bitches be thotties yeah yeah
Man these bitches for everybody
If they try me again they gon be dead probably
Fuck my ex bitch, she on the meds probably
Talking down on gang, I'm on your head probably
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