Blacc Sheep (feat. Ty Davinci)
Too much fake love
Will make you hate love,
Lately I've been keeping my distance,
Gotta roll up
Soon as I wake up,
Get high and mind my business,
Tryna run it up,
Count up this paper,
Paper cuts won't let me finish,
Me and big bro be ridin' through the city,
Up in the bema
You can't see up in it
Really got the keys,
This shit ain't rented,
Smokin on trees,
Like fuck the police,
Ain't tuckin' the heat,
Cause the windows tinted,
Niggas want beef
Bro switch up the V
4 Door AC or the Honda Civic,
When they free HustleV,
Gotta keep them out the streets,
Get them back on the feet
And get his mind on a million,
Big family gotta feed the children,
I know they probably think my cousin a junkie,
The way he pray for appeal,
Ain't they think a nigga be hungry,
I'm really starving for a mill,
Yeah I sip lean
Won't pop no pills,
Smoke my weed
And pay my bills,
Stay low-key
When I'm up in the field,
Niggas hate me
Cause I'm too real,
She love my smile,
I don't need no grills,
When she around I get the chills,
I fill her up and make her spill,
In her deep
I feel her ribs,
She love this meat,
I call her grill,
She pop her pussy like a pill
I make her scream,
I make her squeal,
Swim in her sea just like a seal,
She try to run
I grab her hair,
She love to ride me in her chair,
Sundress season, no underwear,
She let me fuck her anywhere,
Thats my bitch,
No I can't share,
Only my keys
Don't need no spare,
When I get rich
Bet she be there,
My diamonds lit
Just like a flare,
Shit, gas up, let's take a trip,
Packs in, let's make em flip,
Hustle nigga like I was Nip,
Want all blues like I was Crip,
Want money gotta leave the crib,
Don't let em trick you off the streets for real,
Dangerous nigga gotta keep a steal,
He a dangerous nigga gotta keep a steal,
Come on let's get it in,
Hold on you're not fitting in,
Hold on different dividends,
Nah we ain't equivalent,
I'm tryna get to that motherfucking bands,
Run it up,
Nigga what you saying,
Niggas out here doin too much playing,
I don't care what they saying,
I wanna make bands,
I don't care about making friends,
Never seen him don't let him in,
Plug called say he got em in,
Say you was better slide then,
Fast car make your tire spin,
Caught them on they block
On they block I spinned,
You got your pole, let's spin again,
I gotta watch what I say,
But sometimes I don't give a fuck
Pole on me and I got in the club,
Seem like it but I don't give a fuck,
You doing too much
Bitch ass nigga cuz you talk too much,
If you really be sliding don't say too much
Will make you hate love,
Lately I've been keeping my distance,
Gotta roll up
Soon as I wake up,
Get high and mind my business,
Tryna run it up,
Count up this paper,
Paper cuts won't let me finish,
Me and big bro be ridin' through the city,
Up in the bema
You can't see up in it
Really got the keys,
This shit ain't rented,
Smokin on trees,
Like fuck the police,
Ain't tuckin' the heat,
Cause the windows tinted,
Niggas want beef
Bro switch up the V
4 Door AC or the Honda Civic,
When they free HustleV,
Gotta keep them out the streets,
Get them back on the feet
And get his mind on a million,
Big family gotta feed the children,
I know they probably think my cousin a junkie,
The way he pray for appeal,
Ain't they think a nigga be hungry,
I'm really starving for a mill,
Yeah I sip lean
Won't pop no pills,
Smoke my weed
And pay my bills,
Stay low-key
When I'm up in the field,
Niggas hate me
Cause I'm too real,
She love my smile,
I don't need no grills,
When she around I get the chills,
I fill her up and make her spill,
In her deep
I feel her ribs,
She love this meat,
I call her grill,
She pop her pussy like a pill
I make her scream,
I make her squeal,
Swim in her sea just like a seal,
She try to run
I grab her hair,
She love to ride me in her chair,
Sundress season, no underwear,
She let me fuck her anywhere,
Thats my bitch,
No I can't share,
Only my keys
Don't need no spare,
When I get rich
Bet she be there,
My diamonds lit
Just like a flare,
Shit, gas up, let's take a trip,
Packs in, let's make em flip,
Hustle nigga like I was Nip,
Want all blues like I was Crip,
Want money gotta leave the crib,
Don't let em trick you off the streets for real,
Dangerous nigga gotta keep a steal,
He a dangerous nigga gotta keep a steal,
Come on let's get it in,
Hold on you're not fitting in,
Hold on different dividends,
Nah we ain't equivalent,
I'm tryna get to that motherfucking bands,
Run it up,
Nigga what you saying,
Niggas out here doin too much playing,
I don't care what they saying,
I wanna make bands,
I don't care about making friends,
Never seen him don't let him in,
Plug called say he got em in,
Say you was better slide then,
Fast car make your tire spin,
Caught them on they block
On they block I spinned,
You got your pole, let's spin again,
I gotta watch what I say,
But sometimes I don't give a fuck
Pole on me and I got in the club,
Seem like it but I don't give a fuck,
You doing too much
Bitch ass nigga cuz you talk too much,
If you really be sliding don't say too much
Credits
Writer(s): Jakwan Edge, Ty'quashia Bell
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