Mixed Emotions
Muddy on the wheel he gon drive it like it was stolen
Made it here this far why the fuck you think I'd be folding
Im jacking shorty vibe I might fuck her without a Trojan
I'm feeling too much pain, I be drowning up in the ocean
Like would you call my jack if it wasn't for all this motion
Bitches moving funny like fuck it I get to ghosting
(Like bitches moving funny like fuck it I get to)
Everybody moving wocky I gave up on having trust
I be wyling for the money, go get it man that's a must
I ain't worried bout these bitches, I'm steady stacking my funds
Better keep this shit a band, or I'm backing right out the drum
I got it on my waist he move stupid, I might go dumb
Shorty moving back and forth, I'm like fuck it lil bitch I'm done
My heart been feeling empty think I done ran out of love
I'm cooling laying low I just put my trust in a gun
They told me be ambitious I'm aiming right for the stars
My brodie send em to the sky with that hook, no Abdul-Jabbar
Like where the fuck was y'all, I was down and my like was hard
Steady going through a lot I just put this shit in my bars
I told them trust the process, just work and you'll make it far
I be ducking from my problems, I watch them go when I smoke
Got my niggas all around me but still ima feel alone
If it wasn't for this motion would you be calling my phone
It ain't nothing written down, I'm just speaking right off the dome
Steady ducking, I be running, I ain't dealing with these problems
It's only me and I, ain't nobody with me to solve them
If niggas moving wock then we put 'em right in a coffin
All these mixed emotions I'm dealing with way too often
It's plenty of them in the sea I told muddy we going fishing
I'm steady cooking up I put some work inside this kitchen
And I told them ima make it they never believed the vision
I'm speaking from the heart I'm just hoping that they gon listen
Muddy on the wheel he gon drive it like it was stolen
Made it here this far why the fuck you think I'd be folding
Im jacking shorty vibe I might fuck her without a Trojan
I'm feeling too much pain, I be drowning up in the ocean
Like would you call my jack if it wasn't for all this motion
Bitches moving funny like fuck it I get to ghosting
(Like bitches moving funny like fuck it I get to)
Everybody moving wocky I gave up on having trust
Made it here this far why the fuck you think I'd be folding
Im jacking shorty vibe I might fuck her without a Trojan
I'm feeling too much pain, I be drowning up in the ocean
Like would you call my jack if it wasn't for all this motion
Bitches moving funny like fuck it I get to ghosting
(Like bitches moving funny like fuck it I get to)
Everybody moving wocky I gave up on having trust
I be wyling for the money, go get it man that's a must
I ain't worried bout these bitches, I'm steady stacking my funds
Better keep this shit a band, or I'm backing right out the drum
I got it on my waist he move stupid, I might go dumb
Shorty moving back and forth, I'm like fuck it lil bitch I'm done
My heart been feeling empty think I done ran out of love
I'm cooling laying low I just put my trust in a gun
They told me be ambitious I'm aiming right for the stars
My brodie send em to the sky with that hook, no Abdul-Jabbar
Like where the fuck was y'all, I was down and my like was hard
Steady going through a lot I just put this shit in my bars
I told them trust the process, just work and you'll make it far
I be ducking from my problems, I watch them go when I smoke
Got my niggas all around me but still ima feel alone
If it wasn't for this motion would you be calling my phone
It ain't nothing written down, I'm just speaking right off the dome
Steady ducking, I be running, I ain't dealing with these problems
It's only me and I, ain't nobody with me to solve them
If niggas moving wock then we put 'em right in a coffin
All these mixed emotions I'm dealing with way too often
It's plenty of them in the sea I told muddy we going fishing
I'm steady cooking up I put some work inside this kitchen
And I told them ima make it they never believed the vision
I'm speaking from the heart I'm just hoping that they gon listen
Muddy on the wheel he gon drive it like it was stolen
Made it here this far why the fuck you think I'd be folding
Im jacking shorty vibe I might fuck her without a Trojan
I'm feeling too much pain, I be drowning up in the ocean
Like would you call my jack if it wasn't for all this motion
Bitches moving funny like fuck it I get to ghosting
(Like bitches moving funny like fuck it I get to)
Everybody moving wocky I gave up on having trust
Credits
Writer(s): B Mill
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