Lyrics

Take me two hits, now I'm loaded with wheezy
Tre how you fuckin' these bitches, it's easy
I held her down, but she still tried to leave me
Now I be gettin' too high, think I'm fiendin
Why she a hoe, it's like 21 reasons
I pray to God I don't mess with no demons
Feel like the matrix these bullets I'm weavin'
I'm with his bitch he can't even believe it
Trippin off so many drugs won't believe it
I fucked on her best friend, so we can get even
Bendin' it over she want me to beat it
She walk on my earth, got me feelin' like Jesus
I look at the odds and I know we gon' beat it
She said she wanna come love on young Wheezy
Say it a lil' free my brother Teezy
I thank the Lord every day that I'm breathin'
She let me hit it, she don't even like me yet
He think you swipe with fox but ain't swipe me yet
It's gettin' cold, fuck a bitch in my Nike tech
She ask me, Trey why you still ain't wife me yet?
Why she so crazy, I didn't even pipe her yet
I'm the real swiper the fox think I swiped a check
I'm in this whip, and the windows is 5 percent
She tried to give it up too many times again
My n**** flippin' shit like it's a laundromat
I'ma miss sellin' then drugs, but I'm done with that
GBA ****, yeah, that's where the dummies at
In college was flippin', them racks like a acrobat
Smokin this gas, yea I might have an asthma attack
My **** in Atalanta , he know how to flip a pack
I'm a real drinker, tell me where the lean at
I'm tryna feast, tell me where my team at
I'm a real smoker, tell me where the steam at
I got a new Glock tell me where the beam at
All of these bitches, I fuck with no strings attached
Knew what I lost, yeah, I'm tryna redeem that
Shit, I been had, and I can't even look at that
I took his shit, and he still never took it back
Real superstar, I can't be where no rookie at
I'm movin' forward, I'll never be lookin' back
She pull up on me and asked where her bonnet at
Why do the hood rats stay where the Hondas at
Trapzone we like to stay where the commas at
She gave me her number, I gave her her number back
Draco came with a wood like a lumberjack
Watched look like rain, I be with a thunder
Brodie he stay with a tool where the plumbers at
She like to argue, she be where the drama at
New SRT, yeah, it came with a starter pack
If we take ya life just know you ain't comin' back
We dig a hole real deep and get rid of you
Better get low, cause if not, then I'm hittin' you
GBA trash, I don't care who they listen to
I'm with my bruddas we all on this mission too
I might just pull up on you with a missile too
We gon' pull up with them chops ain't no dissin you
You like the last one, nobody pickin' you
She say you a lollipop the way I be lickin' you
Written by: D'Marcus Howard, D'Shaun Howard
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