Thinking bout this bitch she got me in my feelings
Late night on the phone im thinking bout my niggas
Throughout all the pain and through the rain these niggas wasn't wit us
Think im goin insane im smoking gas to help me wit my mental
This bitch keep blowing up my phone I think she really love a nigga
Ion be picking up my phone no I ain't no lovey dovey nigga
A nigga talk dumb out his mouth yk im quick to pull the trigger
I heard a nigga touch my bitch you know im going to get up wit him
Late night thinking bout my baby I jus want you by my side
Been tryna run up a bag for us but you know it take some time
Ion be wanting to stay at home yeah I be chilling wit my slimes
Imma let you have ya way don't let them killers leave ya side
I'm like ghost you like tasha will you be my baby momma
Ian running after that hoe you know im running up them commas
Eight figures all my niggas real killers post up in SG you know im always wit my niggas
Baby shit real fat im tryna f*ck and hear it talk
No im not from philly so don't f*cking use the chalk
Bae just have my baby im tryna see the young boul walk
Hope I can hear my baby talk before the cops come and get me
These niggas tryna be our opps we already got to many
Big bro keep tryna catch him bodies im like you already got you plenty
He keep on tryna go to jail he don't wan come out until he 50
I'm like my nigga you gotta chill you was the only one in here wit me
Bending blocks we in a striker bro'nem fell in love wit that
We gon spark him like a lighter have that nigga running track
Thought we playing now he packing them niggas ain't getting back
F*ck that nigga he shouldn't have lacked them bullets hit him in his hat
Hoping out the v's and when we see em it's a green
And ian playing wit you niggas imma bust ya f*cking brain
We gon pull up on em get to bussin on em make him dance
Now he a dead man swing the belt so much feel like I hurt my hand
Hit him red man how they dissing but ain't get back for they mans
I don't know them niggas scared man
Me and broski popping out bitch we ain't playin
Hide in that crib like everyday dickride each other like they gay
Tryn get the bread gotta make a play
Man these bitches out here scatted ain't tryn hear that shit they say
Shit i jus learned to play my role
Ain't gettin mad im playin cool
If you down to ride then grab a tool
Man these bitches on my dick on my mom i play it cool
On my mom I play it cool nigga ( i ain't f*cking dumb )
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Thinking bout this bitch she got me in my feelings
Late night on the phone im thinking bout my niggas
Throughout all the pain and through the rain these niggas wasn't wit us
Think im goin insane im smoking gas to help me wit my mental
This bitch keep blowing up my phone I think she really love a nigga
Ion be picking up my phone no I ain't no lovey dovey nigga
A nigga talk dumb out his mouth yk im quick to pull the trigger
I heard a nigga touch my bitch you know im going to get up wit him
Late night thinking bout my baby I jus want you by my side
Been tryna run up a bag for us but you know it take some time
Ion be wanting to stay at home yeah I be chilling wit my slimes
Imma let you have ya way don't let them killers leave ya side
I'm like ghost you like tasha will you be my baby momma
Ian running after that hoe you know im running up them commas
Eight figures all my niggas real killers post up in SG you know im always wit my niggas
Baby shit real fat im tryna f*ck and hear it talk
No im not from philly so don't f*cking use the chalk
Bae just have my baby im tryna see the young boul walk
Hope I can hear my baby talk before the cops come and get me
These niggas tryna be our opps we already got to many
Big bro keep tryna catch him bodies im like you already got you plenty
He keep on tryna go to jail he don't wan come out until he 50
I'm like my nigga you gotta chill you was the only one in here wit me
Bending blocks we in a striker bro'nem fell in love wit that
We gon spark him like a lighter have that nigga running track
Thought we playing now he packing them niggas ain't getting back
F*ck that nigga he shouldn't have lacked them bullets hit him in his hat
Hoping out the v's and when we see em it's a green
And ian playing wit you niggas imma bust ya f*cking brain
We gon pull up on em get to bussin on em make him dance
Now he a dead man swing the belt so much feel like I hurt my hand
Hit him red man how they dissing but ain't get back for they mans
I don't know them niggas scared man
Me and broski popping out bitch we ain't playin
Hide in that crib like everyday dickride each other like they gay
Tryn get the bread gotta make a play
Man these bitches out here scatted ain't tryn hear that shit they say
Shit i jus learned to play my role
Ain't gettin mad im playin cool
If you down to ride then grab a tool
Man these bitches on my dick on my mom i play it cool
On my mom I play it cool nigga ( i ain't f*cking dumb )
Late night on the phone im thinking bout my niggas
Throughout all the pain and through the rain these niggas wasn't wit us
Think im goin insane im smoking gas to help me wit my mental
This bitch keep blowing up my phone I think she really love a nigga
Ion be picking up my phone no I ain't no lovey dovey nigga
A nigga talk dumb out his mouth yk im quick to pull the trigger
I heard a nigga touch my bitch you know im going to get up wit him
Late night thinking bout my baby I jus want you by my side
Been tryna run up a bag for us but you know it take some time
Ion be wanting to stay at home yeah I be chilling wit my slimes
Imma let you have ya way don't let them killers leave ya side
I'm like ghost you like tasha will you be my baby momma
Ian running after that hoe you know im running up them commas
Eight figures all my niggas real killers post up in SG you know im always wit my niggas
Baby shit real fat im tryna f*ck and hear it talk
No im not from philly so don't f*cking use the chalk
Bae just have my baby im tryna see the young boul walk
Hope I can hear my baby talk before the cops come and get me
These niggas tryna be our opps we already got to many
Big bro keep tryna catch him bodies im like you already got you plenty
He keep on tryna go to jail he don't wan come out until he 50
I'm like my nigga you gotta chill you was the only one in here wit me
Bending blocks we in a striker bro'nem fell in love wit that
We gon spark him like a lighter have that nigga running track
Thought we playing now he packing them niggas ain't getting back
F*ck that nigga he shouldn't have lacked them bullets hit him in his hat
Hoping out the v's and when we see em it's a green
And ian playing wit you niggas imma bust ya f*cking brain
We gon pull up on em get to bussin on em make him dance
Now he a dead man swing the belt so much feel like I hurt my hand
Hit him red man how they dissing but ain't get back for they mans
I don't know them niggas scared man
Me and broski popping out bitch we ain't playin
Hide in that crib like everyday dickride each other like they gay
Tryn get the bread gotta make a play
Man these bitches out here scatted ain't tryn hear that shit they say
Shit i jus learned to play my role
Ain't gettin mad im playin cool
If you down to ride then grab a tool
Man these bitches on my dick on my mom i play it cool
On my mom I play it cool nigga ( i ain't f*cking dumb )
Writer: Gtk Izzy, 1Bagchaser G5
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid