Nls
All is fair in love and war, what they say
Drunk at the crib, vibes spooky, 10-31, 10 on his head
Make a nigga get rid of him
Only thing I know is ghost lurking in this room
Right by all my skeletons
Had to put the work on you, baby, you my peloton I knew you was a freaky one
Knew you was a beast on the dick, gon' speed it up
Make that fucking booty jump, make that shit spin
She get messy, then she clean it up Come here, come and get you some
I still hit the 'ville to remind me where the dreamer was
Brodie in that shit outside, going dumb as fuck
Me and AC used to spin the block before we set it up
Fall back 0-2-9-0-4 to see who I don't see enough
Like you don't hear from me, yeah, but I still care for ya
Speaking on the family, love my dawgs, love my goons
If its trial, then I'm due, no coming back from what I'd do
Niggas tryna tell me that they coming for me soon, wait
But it's a struggle every day, mm
Got niggas talking in my face
Popping tags is how I pop pain
Cutting lanes, tryna get right to the bag, mm
And they got nothing left to say, mm
And they got nothing left to say
I put a bullet in they brain
And now there's nothing left to say
Rock, rock, rock
Rock with it, yeah, rock with it, yeah
Rock with it, yeah, rock with it
Ain't gonna lie, sometimes I break down with it
Break down with it, yeah
Rock, rock with it, yeah
Rock with it, yeah, rock with it, yeah
Get down with it, ooh
How I be so real and they still fake to me
And take pride in all the colors that they show to me
They do me dirty, I still wipe their hands clean
Wouldn't believe they was thieves, my hand stayed open
I'm asking bro, even though he cannot speak for em
I watch them niggas fall back when I confronted
Look, you can stay, you can go, ain't nothing to talk about
Or we can shoot this fucking fade up in the parking lot
I play it cool while you pussy niggas talking hot
And we can twin, still you ain't got what I got
Can't be week to week, I be thuggin' every day
We been poppin' daily ever since bro got his case closed
Case closed, yeah
Said no more struggles every day
Another day of me filling up the stash
Poppin' tags is how I pop pain
Cuttin' lanes, tryna get back to the bag
And they got nothing left to say
And they got nothing left to say
I put a bullet in they brain
And now there's nothing left to say
Drunk at the crib, vibes spooky, 10-31, 10 on his head
Make a nigga get rid of him
Only thing I know is ghost lurking in this room
Right by all my skeletons
Had to put the work on you, baby, you my peloton I knew you was a freaky one
Knew you was a beast on the dick, gon' speed it up
Make that fucking booty jump, make that shit spin
She get messy, then she clean it up Come here, come and get you some
I still hit the 'ville to remind me where the dreamer was
Brodie in that shit outside, going dumb as fuck
Me and AC used to spin the block before we set it up
Fall back 0-2-9-0-4 to see who I don't see enough
Like you don't hear from me, yeah, but I still care for ya
Speaking on the family, love my dawgs, love my goons
If its trial, then I'm due, no coming back from what I'd do
Niggas tryna tell me that they coming for me soon, wait
But it's a struggle every day, mm
Got niggas talking in my face
Popping tags is how I pop pain
Cutting lanes, tryna get right to the bag, mm
And they got nothing left to say, mm
And they got nothing left to say
I put a bullet in they brain
And now there's nothing left to say
Rock, rock, rock
Rock with it, yeah, rock with it, yeah
Rock with it, yeah, rock with it
Ain't gonna lie, sometimes I break down with it
Break down with it, yeah
Rock, rock with it, yeah
Rock with it, yeah, rock with it, yeah
Get down with it, ooh
How I be so real and they still fake to me
And take pride in all the colors that they show to me
They do me dirty, I still wipe their hands clean
Wouldn't believe they was thieves, my hand stayed open
I'm asking bro, even though he cannot speak for em
I watch them niggas fall back when I confronted
Look, you can stay, you can go, ain't nothing to talk about
Or we can shoot this fucking fade up in the parking lot
I play it cool while you pussy niggas talking hot
And we can twin, still you ain't got what I got
Can't be week to week, I be thuggin' every day
We been poppin' daily ever since bro got his case closed
Case closed, yeah
Said no more struggles every day
Another day of me filling up the stash
Poppin' tags is how I pop pain
Cuttin' lanes, tryna get back to the bag
And they got nothing left to say
And they got nothing left to say
I put a bullet in they brain
And now there's nothing left to say
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