Thought you was happy, you never leave
I'm used to sitting all by myself
But I had you, and you had me
So ain't need nobody else
BB Simmons on the belt
Yeah, girl it was on sale
Yeah, way you treat this love its so selfish
Thought you was happy, you never leave
I'm used to sitting all by myself
But I had you, and you had me
So ain't need nobody else
BB Simmons on the belt
Yeah, girl it was on sale
Yeah, way you treat this love its so selfish
Worse than I ever been, sipping on real deal medicine
Way too high, don't want talk to ya friend
Pushing this weight take it to the gym
Don't wanna talk only talk to Benz
Still on your side so won't ever bend
All in the courts, they really folding
I don't wanna talk to em' they be bogus
Make niggas stop drop and they rolly polly
I'm sipping the drink, I got nothing on me
I'm talking my shit, but they never feel me
Sit a bad-ass bitch, but she'll probably kill me
What the f*ck going on, I don't know the dealing
Brodie can't catch a wave so he end up stealing
At the end of the end, I'ma end the realest
At the end of the end, yeah, I'ma end up winning
At the end of the end, yeah, I'ma end up winning
Black on black suit, feel like a mafia
I'm in the hood, don't know bout Tilapia
Talk to my brodie what's stopping us? Shit it's the world among us
Run up that bag till get fungus
I'd let shawty go out in a sundress
I let shawty go out she the finest, like I'm Durk I got murder for hire
Off a bean, so I really get high, yeah
In my home, it don't feel like a home
I get rich and I travel the globe
I'm not worried about no little hoes
Save it for you, but for bro, it's sold
Stacking my money, y'all know what's going on
Stacking that money till old as f*ck
Stacking that money to dust
Stacking that money to graveyard
I'm way too slimy, won't pay ya, yeah
I'm way too slimy, I know boy
Riding around listening to Youngboy
Worse than I ever been, sipping on real deal medicine
Way too high, don't want talk to ya friend
Pushing this weight take it to the gym
Don't wanna talk only talk to Benz
Still on your side so won't ever bend
All in the courts, they really folding
I don't wanna talk to em' they be bogus
Make niggas stop drop and they rolly polly
I'm sipping the drink, I got nothing on me
I'm talking my shit, but they never feel me
Sit a bad-ass bitch, but she'll probably kill me
What the f*ck going on, I don't know the dealing
Brodie can't catch a wave so he end up stealing
At the end of the end, I'ma end the realest
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Thought you was happy, you never leave
I'm used to sitting all by myself
But I had you, and you had me
So ain't need nobody else
BB Simmons on the belt
Yeah, girl it was on sale
Yeah, way you treat this love its so selfish
Thought you was happy, you never leave
I'm used to sitting all by myself
But I had you, and you had me
So ain't need nobody else
BB Simmons on the belt
Yeah, girl it was on sale
Yeah, way you treat this love its so selfish
Worse than I ever been, sipping on real deal medicine
Way too high, don't want talk to ya friend
Pushing this weight take it to the gym
Don't wanna talk only talk to Benz
Still on your side so won't ever bend
All in the courts, they really folding
I don't wanna talk to em' they be bogus
Make niggas stop drop and they rolly polly
I'm sipping the drink, I got nothing on me
I'm talking my shit, but they never feel me
Sit a bad-ass bitch, but she'll probably kill me
What the f*ck going on, I don't know the dealing
Brodie can't catch a wave so he end up stealing
At the end of the end, I'ma end the realest
At the end of the end, yeah, I'ma end up winning
At the end of the end, yeah, I'ma end up winning
Black on black suit, feel like a mafia
I'm in the hood, don't know bout Tilapia
Talk to my brodie what's stopping us? Shit it's the world among us
Run up that bag till get fungus
I'd let shawty go out in a sundress
I let shawty go out she the finest, like I'm Durk I got murder for hire
Off a bean, so I really get high, yeah
In my home, it don't feel like a home
I get rich and I travel the globe
I'm not worried about no little hoes
Save it for you, but for bro, it's sold
Stacking my money, y'all know what's going on
Stacking that money till old as f*ck
Stacking that money to dust
Stacking that money to graveyard
I'm way too slimy, won't pay ya, yeah
I'm way too slimy, I know boy
Riding around listening to Youngboy
Worse than I ever been, sipping on real deal medicine
Way too high, don't want talk to ya friend
Pushing this weight take it to the gym
Don't wanna talk only talk to Benz
Still on your side so won't ever bend
All in the courts, they really folding
I don't wanna talk to em' they be bogus
Make niggas stop drop and they rolly polly
I'm sipping the drink, I got nothing on me
I'm talking my shit, but they never feel me
Sit a bad-ass bitch, but she'll probably kill me
What the f*ck going on, I don't know the dealing
Brodie can't catch a wave so he end up stealing
At the end of the end, I'ma end the realest
I'm used to sitting all by myself
But I had you, and you had me
So ain't need nobody else
BB Simmons on the belt
Yeah, girl it was on sale
Yeah, way you treat this love its so selfish
Thought you was happy, you never leave
I'm used to sitting all by myself
But I had you, and you had me
So ain't need nobody else
BB Simmons on the belt
Yeah, girl it was on sale
Yeah, way you treat this love its so selfish
Worse than I ever been, sipping on real deal medicine
Way too high, don't want talk to ya friend
Pushing this weight take it to the gym
Don't wanna talk only talk to Benz
Still on your side so won't ever bend
All in the courts, they really folding
I don't wanna talk to em' they be bogus
Make niggas stop drop and they rolly polly
I'm sipping the drink, I got nothing on me
I'm talking my shit, but they never feel me
Sit a bad-ass bitch, but she'll probably kill me
What the f*ck going on, I don't know the dealing
Brodie can't catch a wave so he end up stealing
At the end of the end, I'ma end the realest
At the end of the end, yeah, I'ma end up winning
At the end of the end, yeah, I'ma end up winning
Black on black suit, feel like a mafia
I'm in the hood, don't know bout Tilapia
Talk to my brodie what's stopping us? Shit it's the world among us
Run up that bag till get fungus
I'd let shawty go out in a sundress
I let shawty go out she the finest, like I'm Durk I got murder for hire
Off a bean, so I really get high, yeah
In my home, it don't feel like a home
I get rich and I travel the globe
I'm not worried about no little hoes
Save it for you, but for bro, it's sold
Stacking my money, y'all know what's going on
Stacking that money till old as f*ck
Stacking that money to dust
Stacking that money to graveyard
I'm way too slimy, won't pay ya, yeah
I'm way too slimy, I know boy
Riding around listening to Youngboy
Worse than I ever been, sipping on real deal medicine
Way too high, don't want talk to ya friend
Pushing this weight take it to the gym
Don't wanna talk only talk to Benz
Still on your side so won't ever bend
All in the courts, they really folding
I don't wanna talk to em' they be bogus
Make niggas stop drop and they rolly polly
I'm sipping the drink, I got nothing on me
I'm talking my shit, but they never feel me
Sit a bad-ass bitch, but she'll probably kill me
What the f*ck going on, I don't know the dealing
Brodie can't catch a wave so he end up stealing
At the end of the end, I'ma end the realest
Writer: Titus Spencer
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