98' Chevrolet
Tryna figure out where you goin, why you hidin' from me
My heart feel like it got stolen, like why she lyin' to me?
Everything I said, I wrote it, don't need you writin' for me
Findin' some ways to get motion, don't need you guidin' me
Tryna figure out where you goin, why you hidin' from me
My heart feel like it got stolen, like why she lyin' to me?
Everything I said, I wrote it, don't need you writin' for me
Findin' some ways to get motion, don't need you guidin' me
Nah I don't want no love, baby, just tryna give you backshots
How she so thick when I turned her around, look like she got some ass shots
I want an AP on my arm right now, that G-Shock was my last watch
You a snake, you don't get no minutes no more right now you in the last spot
Oh, oh
Was just a bummy jit, I couldn't even buy no clothes
Dark days in a 98 Chevrolet and now I want the rolls
I'm talkin' Royce
Don't wanna sell my soul at all, but do I have a choice?
Tryna figure out where you goin, why you hidin' from me
My heart feel like it got stolen, like why she lyin' to me?
Everything I said, I wrote it, don't need you writin' for me
Findin' some ways to get motion, don't need you guidin' me
Tryna figure out where you goin, why you hidin' from me
My heart feel like it got stolen, like why she lyin' to me?
Everything I said, I wrote it, don't need you writin' for me
Findin' some ways to get motion, don't need you guidin' me
Why you hidin' from me
Like why she lying to me?
Don't need you writin' for me
Don't need you guidin' me
My heart feel like it got stolen, like why she lyin' to me?
Everything I said, I wrote it, don't need you writin' for me
Findin' some ways to get motion, don't need you guidin' me
Tryna figure out where you goin, why you hidin' from me
My heart feel like it got stolen, like why she lyin' to me?
Everything I said, I wrote it, don't need you writin' for me
Findin' some ways to get motion, don't need you guidin' me
Nah I don't want no love, baby, just tryna give you backshots
How she so thick when I turned her around, look like she got some ass shots
I want an AP on my arm right now, that G-Shock was my last watch
You a snake, you don't get no minutes no more right now you in the last spot
Oh, oh
Was just a bummy jit, I couldn't even buy no clothes
Dark days in a 98 Chevrolet and now I want the rolls
I'm talkin' Royce
Don't wanna sell my soul at all, but do I have a choice?
Tryna figure out where you goin, why you hidin' from me
My heart feel like it got stolen, like why she lyin' to me?
Everything I said, I wrote it, don't need you writin' for me
Findin' some ways to get motion, don't need you guidin' me
Tryna figure out where you goin, why you hidin' from me
My heart feel like it got stolen, like why she lyin' to me?
Everything I said, I wrote it, don't need you writin' for me
Findin' some ways to get motion, don't need you guidin' me
Why you hidin' from me
Like why she lying to me?
Don't need you writin' for me
Don't need you guidin' me
Credits
Writer(s): Keshun Brown
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