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Yeah, yeah, this shit don't make no sense, huh Margiela or the Yasu, I don't know, I'm on the fence, huh I can't rock with his ass, brodie got me bent Yeah, they playin' with my patience I don't know, shit got me tense, huh Bitch, I'm pourin' Ito En, don't care about no Tec I-I ain't even gon' play that show Unless they bring me a check We ain't share the same feelings, left her ass on read Bitch, I'm in New York and I'm with quinn, I'm with Rek', huh We gon' mess that bitch up, leave that bitch a wrеck I was sippin' sencha, you was countin' cents One shot, nеver mess up, I hate the suspense And I hear the same shit How you spent eight racks and you still look like a bum? I'm with—, I'm with Delta I'm with Eli, we just countin', just for fun You a good kid, trust me, I ain't scared about your gun Been like two fits, cost a weight but I ain't had enough Uh, said she had enough of me, say this shit get ugly Tell me what you want from me, but I said I ain't have it Shoot that ball quick, huh, like the Mavericks Fuck, with the gang, said we causin' havoc I hit up Pongy, put the racks up in the mattress Like, you're just tryna take me up until you spazzin' Like, know I ain't rapped like this in a minute Show me that shit, [?] quit it I ain't even spend that much on a fitted, huh Brodie gon' [?] Hangin' with lames, I ain't goin' for that [?] ugly ass cat I count it up in the back of the back Of the back of the back of the back of the back Go, I had to leave the spot real quick Hittin' my phone, they like, "ku', where you at?" Do it for me, I ain't goin' for plaques I got off my flight, now I'm laggin' Hit up the bank and you know that I'm laughin', yeah You want the feat', then I'm taxin' Dirty money up inside of the mattress, yeah Tryna tell them that I had it Some shit I might take to the casket Bitch, I'm in New York And I'm tryna see everybody who was tryna see static I buy what looks good and that's fashion He tryna clone me then shit will get tragic, yeah Man, if I wasn't at work Then none of this shit would have motherfuckin' happened Said it's okay, but I'm lying, I was just tryna get me the bad end I tried to tell them what's up And they tried to tell me I'm dragging (Fuck) I've been trying (Delta) But it's useless Sick of acting clueless Did it all and fell apart Now I'm stuck crying Covering up bruises I can't help but lose it It got hard to tell apart
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