prodby.tim - 8AM Freestyle Lyrics

I think I had too much
Didn't really know much
Used to be my homie
Did some f*ck shit, now we out of touch
Bang, leave you with a crutch
All my hoes they stay in touch
I do a lot like such and such
Bro he slid, came in clutch
F*ck it, I might crash out
Smoke it till I pass out
Gas tank full, yeah, bitch I never ran out
Off the drugs, we can hang out
They hit my phone, let it rang out
Send your best shooter, yeah
You know that's a man out
I think I had too much
Didn't really know much
Used to be my homie
Did some f*ck shit, now we out of touch
Bang, leave you with a crutch
All my hoes they stay in touch
I do a lot like such and such
Bro he slid, came in clutch
F*ck it, I might crash out
Smoke it till I pass out
Gas tank full, yeah, bitch I never ran out
Off the drugs, we can hang out
They hit my phone, let it rang out
Send your best shooter, yeah
You know that's a man out, yeah
I bring that heat, might need a fan out, yeah
Why your bitch got her ass out, yeah
G19, make em back out
Stack it, I'ma my cash out
They groupies, yeah, they fanned out
Baby, come f*ck with me, cause I'm lonely
You're the only one I see, just you only
Shawty right next to me, I'm driving slowly
Yeah, they used to sleep on me, now they know me
Yeah, I think I had too much
Didn't really know much
Used to be my homie
Did some f*ck shit, now we out of touch
Bang, leave you with a crutch
All my hoes they stay in touch
I do a lot like such and such
Bro he slid, came in clutch
F*ck it, I might crash out
Smoke it till I pass out
Gas tank full, yeah, bitch I never ran out
Off the drugs, we can hang out
They hit my phone, let it rang out
Send your best shooter, yeah
You know that's a man out, yeah