425's
I went to church this mornin', but I still wanna sell these drugs
I still won't serve these fiends, I still wanna be the plug
Should I change my life around and keep my pistol just because
My dog ain't beat the streets, I think now Days he hold a grudge
Made a hundred in my sleep, I took some L's, take drugs im sleep
I've been stressing, tryna find a way to make this shit unique
Can I just be honest, I don't want no hoes around the G
Can I just be honest, baby, only my kids are part of me
Oh now it's beef, make sure you blow that bitch when we meet
I ain't tryna argue, 425s, I ain't come nowhere from these streets
I just fell apart of it, dog told me chill, nigga, you the artist
Get out the streets, nigga, start recording
Ain't got one bitch on this damn earth I ever make feel important
Nigga, y'all sleep, nigga, keep snortin
Did everything for this bitch, boy, I swear to God, this is hoe annoying, ayy
She jumpin' on the next dick, long as they lit
Tryna trap homie for his motion, dawg, but his trap line ain't shit
I'll slime you out through the roof, nigga, that back door ain't shit
Nigga, that back door ain't shit
How the fuck you live with yourself, know how your dog lost his life
That's why I gotta keep a pipe
Told that bitch to move, I don't regret, shit, I did, I do it twice
I went to church this morning, but I still wanna sell these drugs
I still wanna serve these fiends, I still won't be the plug
Should I change my life around and keep my pistol just because
My dawg beat the streets, I think now Days he hold a grudge
I still won't serve these fiends, I still wanna be the plug
Should I change my life around and keep my pistol just because
My dog ain't beat the streets, I think now Days he hold a grudge
Made a hundred in my sleep, I took some L's, take drugs im sleep
I've been stressing, tryna find a way to make this shit unique
Can I just be honest, I don't want no hoes around the G
Can I just be honest, baby, only my kids are part of me
Oh now it's beef, make sure you blow that bitch when we meet
I ain't tryna argue, 425s, I ain't come nowhere from these streets
I just fell apart of it, dog told me chill, nigga, you the artist
Get out the streets, nigga, start recording
Ain't got one bitch on this damn earth I ever make feel important
Nigga, y'all sleep, nigga, keep snortin
Did everything for this bitch, boy, I swear to God, this is hoe annoying, ayy
She jumpin' on the next dick, long as they lit
Tryna trap homie for his motion, dawg, but his trap line ain't shit
I'll slime you out through the roof, nigga, that back door ain't shit
Nigga, that back door ain't shit
How the fuck you live with yourself, know how your dog lost his life
That's why I gotta keep a pipe
Told that bitch to move, I don't regret, shit, I did, I do it twice
I went to church this morning, but I still wanna sell these drugs
I still wanna serve these fiends, I still won't be the plug
Should I change my life around and keep my pistol just because
My dawg beat the streets, I think now Days he hold a grudge
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Writer(s): Jumar Washington
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