Uh, uh, yea aye, yea
Run it up, bitch I'm tryna make it double
Bitch I told you, we just f*ckin, I can't love you
My own family turned on me, nigga, I can't trust you
The only thing I know no more is go and hustle, yea yea
Being that nigga, it get tiring
Said he sent that payment, told 'em to rewire it
We ain't the same my nigga, nothing we can tie in
I heard all yo songs my nigga, why you always lying in 'em, go yea
What the f*ck nigga
Half of them bitches man nah they can f*ck with us
Nigga walking like a lick, I'll turn 'em into lunch nigga
Had to get up out the trap before I went got stuck in it
Rollin' up with monger
Bitch keep calling me daddy but I'm not even her father
Told em drop the addy, if you talking green I'm coming
Feel like Lil Uzi, my money keep gettin' longer
You know I lapped em
Can't see the pills, I might relapse 'em
Yo bitch bad but mine badder
If you ain't talking cash then nigga it don't matter, no
It don't, it don't matter no more
Love the way she throw it, love the way she go dumb
I'm her favorite poet, I write this bitch a love song
I just keep on going, I pray that I don't die young
Gettin' stuck
Way too deep
In the cup
Yea I'm tryna see, her ass throw it up
Yea this bitch a freak, yea, in the club
What you doin
I'm working always
I'm always moving
That's why I'm out-paid
Stop asking what I'm doing
Bitch you got outplayed
You know I'm hooping
Hit 'em with the pump fake
Run it up, bitch I'm tryna make it double
Bitch I told you, we just f*ckin, I can't love you
My own family turned on me, nigga, I can't trust you
The only thing I know no more is go and hustle, yea yea
Please don't text me back
Bitch know I'm recording, tryna call, she make me mad
Put like three strains all up in my blunt, I'm rolling thrax
After we had f*cked I told this bitch you ain't all that, aye yea
What you want from me
Cuz you ain't getting it
I got broccoli
Selling spinach zips
He just talking it
He ain't really with this shit
Told her get off of me
I ain't interested
Swear to god, I love my bitch, man
She ain't even like me right now, but
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Uh, uh, yea aye, yea
Run it up, bitch I'm tryna make it double
Bitch I told you, we just f*ckin, I can't love you
My own family turned on me, nigga, I can't trust you
The only thing I know no more is go and hustle, yea yea
Being that nigga, it get tiring
Said he sent that payment, told 'em to rewire it
We ain't the same my nigga, nothing we can tie in
I heard all yo songs my nigga, why you always lying in 'em, go yea
What the f*ck nigga
Half of them bitches man nah they can f*ck with us
Nigga walking like a lick, I'll turn 'em into lunch nigga
Had to get up out the trap before I went got stuck in it
Rollin' up with monger
Bitch keep calling me daddy but I'm not even her father
Told em drop the addy, if you talking green I'm coming
Feel like Lil Uzi, my money keep gettin' longer
You know I lapped em
Can't see the pills, I might relapse 'em
Yo bitch bad but mine badder
If you ain't talking cash then nigga it don't matter, no
It don't, it don't matter no more
Love the way she throw it, love the way she go dumb
I'm her favorite poet, I write this bitch a love song
I just keep on going, I pray that I don't die young
Gettin' stuck
Way too deep
In the cup
Yea I'm tryna see, her ass throw it up
Yea this bitch a freak, yea, in the club
What you doin
I'm working always
I'm always moving
That's why I'm out-paid
Stop asking what I'm doing
Bitch you got outplayed
You know I'm hooping
Hit 'em with the pump fake
Run it up, bitch I'm tryna make it double
Bitch I told you, we just f*ckin, I can't love you
My own family turned on me, nigga, I can't trust you
The only thing I know no more is go and hustle, yea yea
Please don't text me back
Bitch know I'm recording, tryna call, she make me mad
Put like three strains all up in my blunt, I'm rolling thrax
After we had f*cked I told this bitch you ain't all that, aye yea
What you want from me
Cuz you ain't getting it
I got broccoli
Selling spinach zips
He just talking it
He ain't really with this shit
Told her get off of me
I ain't interested
Swear to god, I love my bitch, man
She ain't even like me right now, but
Run it up, bitch I'm tryna make it double
Bitch I told you, we just f*ckin, I can't love you
My own family turned on me, nigga, I can't trust you
The only thing I know no more is go and hustle, yea yea
Being that nigga, it get tiring
Said he sent that payment, told 'em to rewire it
We ain't the same my nigga, nothing we can tie in
I heard all yo songs my nigga, why you always lying in 'em, go yea
What the f*ck nigga
Half of them bitches man nah they can f*ck with us
Nigga walking like a lick, I'll turn 'em into lunch nigga
Had to get up out the trap before I went got stuck in it
Rollin' up with monger
Bitch keep calling me daddy but I'm not even her father
Told em drop the addy, if you talking green I'm coming
Feel like Lil Uzi, my money keep gettin' longer
You know I lapped em
Can't see the pills, I might relapse 'em
Yo bitch bad but mine badder
If you ain't talking cash then nigga it don't matter, no
It don't, it don't matter no more
Love the way she throw it, love the way she go dumb
I'm her favorite poet, I write this bitch a love song
I just keep on going, I pray that I don't die young
Gettin' stuck
Way too deep
In the cup
Yea I'm tryna see, her ass throw it up
Yea this bitch a freak, yea, in the club
What you doin
I'm working always
I'm always moving
That's why I'm out-paid
Stop asking what I'm doing
Bitch you got outplayed
You know I'm hooping
Hit 'em with the pump fake
Run it up, bitch I'm tryna make it double
Bitch I told you, we just f*ckin, I can't love you
My own family turned on me, nigga, I can't trust you
The only thing I know no more is go and hustle, yea yea
Please don't text me back
Bitch know I'm recording, tryna call, she make me mad
Put like three strains all up in my blunt, I'm rolling thrax
After we had f*cked I told this bitch you ain't all that, aye yea
What you want from me
Cuz you ain't getting it
I got broccoli
Selling spinach zips
He just talking it
He ain't really with this shit
Told her get off of me
I ain't interested
Swear to god, I love my bitch, man
She ain't even like me right now, but
Writer: Jordan M
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