Life Story
Telling me you love me, baby please just take that shit back
All I'm tryna do is split them legs apart like Kit Kats
I don't even want her, but you still can't have that bitch back
All my niggas dead, I just lost another in-fact
OG put a pistol to my brain, said I talk to much
Yougin wanna catch his first body, think he old enough
I ain't even really want the smoke, but he said too much
City maad, kids is bad, angel all on angel dust
Ain't stand yo ground u got stood over I know you remember
You think you gang, but who you know
Naw I know u no member
Shots at legs might make that big nigga tip over, timber
I'm cold as hell like winter babies, but born in September
Speak on me lightly, I don't wanna have to get to spazzin
I want my money back in full, u got me counting fractions
I use to scam, but that got dry, I might get back active
I paid my very first bill with cash I got from scammin'
Life story-
Trauma- switches
Life story -
Money, bitches
Life story -
Handle business
Life story -
Niggas missin'
Life story-
Trauma- switches
Life story -
Money, bitches
Life story -
Handle business
Life story -
Niggas missin'
Life story -
Ready to die
Who gonna slide
Point me to god
(What the fuck)
Noose in my cushions
Who tryna hang
I'm terrified
(What the fuck)
Shit that I go through
Nigga I told you
I need a therapist
I stole the Roku
You know a earthy black bitch is my goto
Also like ghetto black bitches who smoke too
I had to get in my groove
Smoking a lot
Please gimme something to do
Pockets on Winnie the Pooh
She wanna boo
She had to gimme a spook
Somebody gimme the loot
This was breeze
I don't know what I should do
Think I was saved by the bell
City insane, bitches be coming in two's
Had to go fuck on her feelings
She called me a liar
Like baby kept the receipts
All you niggas some bitches
And that would be fine
But nigga stop claiming you G
This ain't no regular smoke
This one of a kind
This shit might cost you a fee
Fuck you and pay me, I'm petty
I'll fuck on a dime
Like baby I kept the receipts
Gimme the loot, gimme a spook
Gimme some space, I need the room
Who wanna hang, I got the noose
My closet go crazy, My closet go stoopid
Shit that I go through
Nigga I told you
I need a therapist
I stole the Roku
You know a earthy black bitch is my goto
Also like ghetto black bitches -
Life story-
Trauma- switches
Life story -
Money, bitches
Life story -
Handle business
Life story -
Niggas missin'
Life story-
Trauma- switches
Life story -
Money, bitches
Life story -
Handle business
Life story -
Niggas missin'
All I'm tryna do is split them legs apart like Kit Kats
I don't even want her, but you still can't have that bitch back
All my niggas dead, I just lost another in-fact
OG put a pistol to my brain, said I talk to much
Yougin wanna catch his first body, think he old enough
I ain't even really want the smoke, but he said too much
City maad, kids is bad, angel all on angel dust
Ain't stand yo ground u got stood over I know you remember
You think you gang, but who you know
Naw I know u no member
Shots at legs might make that big nigga tip over, timber
I'm cold as hell like winter babies, but born in September
Speak on me lightly, I don't wanna have to get to spazzin
I want my money back in full, u got me counting fractions
I use to scam, but that got dry, I might get back active
I paid my very first bill with cash I got from scammin'
Life story-
Trauma- switches
Life story -
Money, bitches
Life story -
Handle business
Life story -
Niggas missin'
Life story-
Trauma- switches
Life story -
Money, bitches
Life story -
Handle business
Life story -
Niggas missin'
Life story -
Ready to die
Who gonna slide
Point me to god
(What the fuck)
Noose in my cushions
Who tryna hang
I'm terrified
(What the fuck)
Shit that I go through
Nigga I told you
I need a therapist
I stole the Roku
You know a earthy black bitch is my goto
Also like ghetto black bitches who smoke too
I had to get in my groove
Smoking a lot
Please gimme something to do
Pockets on Winnie the Pooh
She wanna boo
She had to gimme a spook
Somebody gimme the loot
This was breeze
I don't know what I should do
Think I was saved by the bell
City insane, bitches be coming in two's
Had to go fuck on her feelings
She called me a liar
Like baby kept the receipts
All you niggas some bitches
And that would be fine
But nigga stop claiming you G
This ain't no regular smoke
This one of a kind
This shit might cost you a fee
Fuck you and pay me, I'm petty
I'll fuck on a dime
Like baby I kept the receipts
Gimme the loot, gimme a spook
Gimme some space, I need the room
Who wanna hang, I got the noose
My closet go crazy, My closet go stoopid
Shit that I go through
Nigga I told you
I need a therapist
I stole the Roku
You know a earthy black bitch is my goto
Also like ghetto black bitches -
Life story-
Trauma- switches
Life story -
Money, bitches
Life story -
Handle business
Life story -
Niggas missin'
Life story-
Trauma- switches
Life story -
Money, bitches
Life story -
Handle business
Life story -
Niggas missin'
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