She had a lot of me
Turn that shit around come ride me
She like a hood nigga yea
Don't f*ck with no good yea
F*cking up wasn't the plan
Dope in the right hand
Dope in the left hand
Nigga I'm a dead man
If I get caught up
Put the pills right in the middle
That's how a nigga was brought up
Run it up nigga keep ya pockets stuff
Bitch tried to kick me but she invited us
Know I'm gone hit back
Bird gone light it up
Nigga ain't shot shit
Bitch you need to shut up
My momma the reason I let up
Don't ask me no question about my f*cking life bitch
The wrong wrist the left wrist
I want my shit on the right bitch
I'm real right bitch
I'm popping my shit
When I hit me a lick
F*ck nigga took some fentanyl
Hoe felt left when I sped off
Pull up 2 seater
Pop perc lil bitch don't need her
Got syrup put it right in the beezy
Can't f*ck with to many niggas they be cheesy
Bitches they sleazy
I put on that Ice it be freezing
She want that Chanel for the season
Ima leave soon as I see her
Don't want you to see me
Don't want to see you
I ain't got a lot of time for nun of these people
You sell dope right nigga it'll teach you
We hitting the boat going to Costa Rica hoe wanna call my momma on the low low
I ain't got time lil bitch gotta go go
Hoe wanna bounce on my shit like a pogo
Oh no don't take no photo
Made a 100 grand off the iPhone 7
I made it out and it was a blessing
Nigga coulda took my life nigga any second
Nigga I'm chilling young nigga
I'm resting
I told my momma I'm done finessing
It's a lie if scamming the same
Wanna lock me up in the chains take my name
Iq one that's how a nigga came up
Can't believe how niggas changed up
Hit my phone Bitch you gotta wait up
Trying to go up in this hoe like a f*cking elevator
He was a killer
Turned straight to a skater
I ain't no hater but they gotta pay me
F*ck the label tell them niggas I said it
Y'all sent me a email and I ain't even read it
You sent me a dm and I ain't even read it
You could be dying any second
I hop in the coupe on the west side
Hoping I don't get arrested
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She had a lot of me
Turn that shit around come ride me
She like a hood nigga yea
Don't f*ck with no good yea
F*cking up wasn't the plan
Dope in the right hand
Dope in the left hand
Nigga I'm a dead man
If I get caught up
Put the pills right in the middle
That's how a nigga was brought up
Run it up nigga keep ya pockets stuff
Bitch tried to kick me but she invited us
Know I'm gone hit back
Bird gone light it up
Nigga ain't shot shit
Bitch you need to shut up
My momma the reason I let up
Don't ask me no question about my f*cking life bitch
The wrong wrist the left wrist
I want my shit on the right bitch
I'm real right bitch
I'm popping my shit
When I hit me a lick
F*ck nigga took some fentanyl
Hoe felt left when I sped off
Pull up 2 seater
Pop perc lil bitch don't need her
Got syrup put it right in the beezy
Can't f*ck with to many niggas they be cheesy
Bitches they sleazy
I put on that Ice it be freezing
She want that Chanel for the season
Ima leave soon as I see her
Don't want you to see me
Don't want to see you
I ain't got a lot of time for nun of these people
You sell dope right nigga it'll teach you
We hitting the boat going to Costa Rica hoe wanna call my momma on the low low
I ain't got time lil bitch gotta go go
Hoe wanna bounce on my shit like a pogo
Oh no don't take no photo
Made a 100 grand off the iPhone 7
I made it out and it was a blessing
Nigga coulda took my life nigga any second
Nigga I'm chilling young nigga
I'm resting
I told my momma I'm done finessing
It's a lie if scamming the same
Wanna lock me up in the chains take my name
Iq one that's how a nigga came up
Can't believe how niggas changed up
Hit my phone Bitch you gotta wait up
Trying to go up in this hoe like a f*cking elevator
He was a killer
Turned straight to a skater
I ain't no hater but they gotta pay me
F*ck the label tell them niggas I said it
Y'all sent me a email and I ain't even read it
You sent me a dm and I ain't even read it
You could be dying any second
I hop in the coupe on the west side
Hoping I don't get arrested
Turn that shit around come ride me
She like a hood nigga yea
Don't f*ck with no good yea
F*cking up wasn't the plan
Dope in the right hand
Dope in the left hand
Nigga I'm a dead man
If I get caught up
Put the pills right in the middle
That's how a nigga was brought up
Run it up nigga keep ya pockets stuff
Bitch tried to kick me but she invited us
Know I'm gone hit back
Bird gone light it up
Nigga ain't shot shit
Bitch you need to shut up
My momma the reason I let up
Don't ask me no question about my f*cking life bitch
The wrong wrist the left wrist
I want my shit on the right bitch
I'm real right bitch
I'm popping my shit
When I hit me a lick
F*ck nigga took some fentanyl
Hoe felt left when I sped off
Pull up 2 seater
Pop perc lil bitch don't need her
Got syrup put it right in the beezy
Can't f*ck with to many niggas they be cheesy
Bitches they sleazy
I put on that Ice it be freezing
She want that Chanel for the season
Ima leave soon as I see her
Don't want you to see me
Don't want to see you
I ain't got a lot of time for nun of these people
You sell dope right nigga it'll teach you
We hitting the boat going to Costa Rica hoe wanna call my momma on the low low
I ain't got time lil bitch gotta go go
Hoe wanna bounce on my shit like a pogo
Oh no don't take no photo
Made a 100 grand off the iPhone 7
I made it out and it was a blessing
Nigga coulda took my life nigga any second
Nigga I'm chilling young nigga
I'm resting
I told my momma I'm done finessing
It's a lie if scamming the same
Wanna lock me up in the chains take my name
Iq one that's how a nigga came up
Can't believe how niggas changed up
Hit my phone Bitch you gotta wait up
Trying to go up in this hoe like a f*cking elevator
He was a killer
Turned straight to a skater
I ain't no hater but they gotta pay me
F*ck the label tell them niggas I said it
Y'all sent me a email and I ain't even read it
You sent me a dm and I ain't even read it
You could be dying any second
I hop in the coupe on the west side
Hoping I don't get arrested
Writer: Tyler Thomas
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