[Intro]
Watch yo' mouth, I am not the one
Fantasies playing with a gun
American Spirits stay on my lungs
Two years in, I've held my tongue
[Verse 1]
Two-O twenty-one, I was stompin' in this bitch
I was gonna change lives when I dreamed of getting rich
I got a whole bag, then I turned into a trick
I can’t help myself, I’ve been thinkin' with my dick
I get way too paranoid; no more Za when I smoke
Back-to-back tobacco, nigga, not too long 'fore I croak
Brixton on me, I be lookin' like a bloke
Y’all can’t tell me shit
Every song is on—
[Break]
Go
Go
Go
Go
[Verse 2]
Aye! Aye!
Aye I swear to god, I’m so sick and tired
Of these niggas, Dog put that on my Mama like–
Ayе, Aye nah fr
I don't use, A Pen I usе a Epipen now frfr
I’m allergic, To these lames dog
Forreal forreal
Toxicity, Got it from Hood Trauma
Frfr
Love & Compassion, From Hood Mommas fr
Ok!
Big Dreams, Wide-Eyed
Head in the Clouds, Skydive
Say the shit, But never do it
No Sir, Not I
She run her mouth, It's evident you never
Hear the end of it, Yeah her brain a Ten
But the b*tch, Asinine
Maaan these niggas, Washed up and I’m cool
With that, Don't connect wit what you sayin’
‘Cuz yo service trash, I’m in a puffer coat
Made under a, London Flag tryna find out
Where I’m at, Nigga Google Maps okay
Street View, Omg he in a Bag
I like ratchet hoes, Pretty face plenty ass
Why the fuck, These hoes never cool wit they Dad?
I need to, Run it back I need to run it wait–
Go!
Let it go
Your time is up
I’m on the road
I’m counting up
They picked us
So big me up
Or shut it up
I’m on a roll
Im on a-
I can’t forget
I hold a grudge
Like a new born
Bitch i’m from the mud
Give me your hoe
Imma slut her up
Can’t go against us
Niggas really up
Watch yo' mouth, I am not the one
Fantasies playing with a gun
American Spirits stay on my lungs
Two years in, I've held my tongue
[Verse 1]
Two-O twenty-one, I was stompin' in this bitch
I was gonna change lives when I dreamed of getting rich
I got a whole bag, then I turned into a trick
I can’t help myself, I’ve been thinkin' with my dick
I get way too paranoid; no more Za when I smoke
Back-to-back tobacco, nigga, not too long 'fore I croak
Brixton on me, I be lookin' like a bloke
Y’all can’t tell me shit
Every song is on—
[Break]
Go
Go
Go
Go
[Verse 2]
Aye! Aye!
Aye I swear to god, I’m so sick and tired
Of these niggas, Dog put that on my Mama like–
Ayе, Aye nah fr
I don't use, A Pen I usе a Epipen now frfr
I’m allergic, To these lames dog
Forreal forreal
Toxicity, Got it from Hood Trauma
Frfr
Love & Compassion, From Hood Mommas fr
Ok!
Big Dreams, Wide-Eyed
Head in the Clouds, Skydive
Say the shit, But never do it
No Sir, Not I
She run her mouth, It's evident you never
Hear the end of it, Yeah her brain a Ten
But the b*tch, Asinine
Maaan these niggas, Washed up and I’m cool
With that, Don't connect wit what you sayin’
‘Cuz yo service trash, I’m in a puffer coat
Made under a, London Flag tryna find out
Where I’m at, Nigga Google Maps okay
Street View, Omg he in a Bag
I like ratchet hoes, Pretty face plenty ass
Why the fuck, These hoes never cool wit they Dad?
I need to, Run it back I need to run it wait–
Go!
Let it go
Your time is up
I’m on the road
I’m counting up
They picked us
So big me up
Or shut it up
I’m on a roll
Im on a-
I can’t forget
I hold a grudge
Like a new born
Bitch i’m from the mud
Give me your hoe
Imma slut her up
Can’t go against us
Niggas really up
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