Lonely
I been in my bag yuh
Sealed pack i roll it up
He not gang no he not wit us
In that Beamer remember them days when I would hop on the 27 bus
Everybody move like serpents, so I love slimey, no I can't trust
And Brodie got locked, but it's not for them bodies, so he gon be back in a rush
Walking from school I was by my lonely
Self made nigga from young I aint need no one else, so I'm keepin it dolie
Pour two fours yeah 8 of the Tris I be sippin that RIP Kobe
Niggas start seein shit change and that's when they change and act like they know me
Bitch on my dick cuz my swag, yeah she like the way I put it on
Ain't seein this again because I'm rockin a one of one
In the function
Spice it up I got lil shawty munchin
When she done ain't even bout to rump it
Tryna line me up, that's when we dump it
And this stick it blow jus like a trumpet
Money stackin up just like a bunk bed
Tryna test my gangsta I ain't flunk yet
Round here no one sound like me I'm up next
Yeah yeah yeah
Uhhhhaahhh
I been in my bag yuh
Sealed pack i roll it up
He not gang no he not wit us
In that Beamer remember them days when I would hop on the 27 bus
Everybody move like serpents, so I love slimey, no I can't trust
And Brodie got locked, but it's not for them bodies, so he gon be back in a rush
Sealed pack i roll it up
He not gang no he not wit us
In that Beamer remember them days when I would hop on the 27 bus
Everybody move like serpents, so I love slimey, no I can't trust
And Brodie got locked, but it's not for them bodies, so he gon be back in a rush
Walking from school I was by my lonely
Self made nigga from young I aint need no one else, so I'm keepin it dolie
Pour two fours yeah 8 of the Tris I be sippin that RIP Kobe
Niggas start seein shit change and that's when they change and act like they know me
Bitch on my dick cuz my swag, yeah she like the way I put it on
Ain't seein this again because I'm rockin a one of one
In the function
Spice it up I got lil shawty munchin
When she done ain't even bout to rump it
Tryna line me up, that's when we dump it
And this stick it blow jus like a trumpet
Money stackin up just like a bunk bed
Tryna test my gangsta I ain't flunk yet
Round here no one sound like me I'm up next
Yeah yeah yeah
Uhhhhaahhh
I been in my bag yuh
Sealed pack i roll it up
He not gang no he not wit us
In that Beamer remember them days when I would hop on the 27 bus
Everybody move like serpents, so I love slimey, no I can't trust
And Brodie got locked, but it's not for them bodies, so he gon be back in a rush
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Writer(s): Mene Gene
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