Sk82
Bitches back and forth and honestly, I can't stand it (I cant stand it)
There ain't nothin' that I haven't seen, I feel like Santa (I feel like Santa)
Argue, make another scene, like how the fuck I'm manage? (How I do that?)
Spit some truth on another beat, she know I'm independent (Yea, yea, yea)
Give her the keys, this shit ain't rented
Sellin' the keys, the shit I ran through
Went through fake Supreme to some shit that'll go and end your bad mood (Come 'ere)
Want those hundreds, fuck those fifties, Bitch, you can call me Papoose (Fuck, yea)
For my mom, I had to be a mom
We would switch off on the times that I was bein' wrong (I wasn't)
If you ain't gonna brighten up, then bitch, you gonna be alone
My girl might be comin' back to me, baby, tell me, is it love (What is it?)
I mad Sk8 one like a week before you came around (I did)
And the shit that I did to that bitch, you show me how she felt
Hit you up late night and keep you up just like a belt (Ok)
And I got scars on my mind and that's for every bitch I killed (I did)
Bitches back and forth and honestly, I can't stand it (I cant stand it)
There ain't nothin' that I haven't seen, I feel like Santa (I feel like Santa)
Argue, make another scene, like how the fuck I'm manage? (How I do that?)
Spit some truth on another beat, she know I'm independent (Yea, yea, yea)
Give her the keys, this shit ain't rented
Sellin' the keys, the shit I ran through
Went through fake Supreme to some shit that'll go and end your bad mood (Come 'ere)
Want those hundreds, fuck those fifties, Bitch, you can call me Papoose (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
And they like, Ash, we want that hard shit
But I don't give a fuck, this how I get through all my hardships
Prayin' more lately, remind me that I'm f, God sent
Love how you not shaky, I don't do well with the gossip
I say what I need and bitches take it how they want then
Fighters right behind me like I'm rappin' for they walk in
Keep them close to me, I know there's guys who don't want me to be the topic
Stop it
There ain't nothin' that I haven't seen, I feel like Santa (I feel like Santa)
Argue, make another scene, like how the fuck I'm manage? (How I do that?)
Spit some truth on another beat, she know I'm independent (Yea, yea, yea)
Give her the keys, this shit ain't rented
Sellin' the keys, the shit I ran through
Went through fake Supreme to some shit that'll go and end your bad mood (Come 'ere)
Want those hundreds, fuck those fifties, Bitch, you can call me Papoose (Fuck, yea)
For my mom, I had to be a mom
We would switch off on the times that I was bein' wrong (I wasn't)
If you ain't gonna brighten up, then bitch, you gonna be alone
My girl might be comin' back to me, baby, tell me, is it love (What is it?)
I mad Sk8 one like a week before you came around (I did)
And the shit that I did to that bitch, you show me how she felt
Hit you up late night and keep you up just like a belt (Ok)
And I got scars on my mind and that's for every bitch I killed (I did)
Bitches back and forth and honestly, I can't stand it (I cant stand it)
There ain't nothin' that I haven't seen, I feel like Santa (I feel like Santa)
Argue, make another scene, like how the fuck I'm manage? (How I do that?)
Spit some truth on another beat, she know I'm independent (Yea, yea, yea)
Give her the keys, this shit ain't rented
Sellin' the keys, the shit I ran through
Went through fake Supreme to some shit that'll go and end your bad mood (Come 'ere)
Want those hundreds, fuck those fifties, Bitch, you can call me Papoose (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
And they like, Ash, we want that hard shit
But I don't give a fuck, this how I get through all my hardships
Prayin' more lately, remind me that I'm f, God sent
Love how you not shaky, I don't do well with the gossip
I say what I need and bitches take it how they want then
Fighters right behind me like I'm rappin' for they walk in
Keep them close to me, I know there's guys who don't want me to be the topic
Stop it
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Writer(s): Patrick Buling-carey
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