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Letras
[Verse 1]
Never let a **** ice me
Old numbers popping up scam likely
I was moving white in my Off White Tee
Supreme stamp on the dope turn the fiend to hypebeast
I made a killin in buildings
Them **** still in they feelings
Counting blues like I'm crippin
Yea 6-0's that a million
Free my dawg out the prison
We get stuck like some ribbon, bring the tour like we're trippin'
She wanna fuck wit a real one
[Verse 2]
And I might drop a dub on a dime bitch
If you drop a dime you a dub bitch
**** sending shots like the government
Ya day ones ain't always the **** that you come with
[Verse 3]
Who gon' keep it milly from the jump?
Riding through the city with the pump
Yes, bitch a **** really from the slums
**** tried to kill me where I'm from
Had to put the sticky on the gun like (Bow)
[Verse 4]
Woah
Smoke blowing out the window
See them **** round my ops those ain't my friends hoe
Tell me how you wanna give it up
I don't give a fuck about love I'm standing on big trust
[Verse 5]
'Cause I got homies
Plotting
On me
I get no sleep
I get no sleep
[Verse 6]
'Cause I got homies
Plotting
On me
I get no sleep
I get no sleep
[Verse 7]
I just came in through the front door
I left out shit with a backend
Wasn't tryna fuck with me back then
Look at lil Saweetie tryna tap In
[Verse 8]
Money on his head transaction
Y'all just getting money in the past tense
I could name ten **** mad right now that I came up rapping
Bitch I'm a leader the money turned me to a boss
Bigger they come then **** the harder they gon' fall
I done been set up by a **** I used to love
How I'm supposed to trust some bitch I met in the club?
She just wanna ski up and fuck on a Young Thug
Yeah, they're telling you what it is, not talking about what it was
Hear you got guns but everybody got guns
Just put the stick on the drum like (Bow)
[Verse 9]
Woah
Smoke blowing out the window
See them **** round my ops those ain't my friends hoe
Tell me how you wanna give it up
I don't give a fuck about love, I'm standing on big trust
[Verse 10]
'Cause I got homies
Plotting
On me
I get no sleep
I get no sleep
[Verse 11]
'Cause I got homies
Plotting
On me
I get no sleep
I get no sleep
Written by: Clyde Ellison