Lyrics

I'm hearing whispers in my ear
 I been tryna keep these **** from out the back door
 I can't look at you the same, you left me hanging at my lowest
 You can't sip no ace with me if we ain't never sip no moet
She say you that rapper, nah bitch I'm a poet
All this fucking ice, it look like I'm frozen
Momma's baby boy but she can't treat me like I'm Jody
Every time I step out got that blat I'm fully loaded
That track hawk 'go 200, ghost Glock leave a **** haunted
I got it, I can flaunt it, he fucked up, he tryna pawn it
I'm big homie to these **** if we really being honest
Flew my bitch to Mexico so she can swim in ocean water
Ain't showing love cause **** left me at my lowest
I drive a registered vehicle like it's stolen
She act weird with the cat, I call her Doja
Ain't no foldng around this bitch cause I'm a soldier
He was sleeping on the job, my youngin went and fired him up
What we speaking for, you ain't tryna run some paper
I be needing more love, I be wanting more affection
Only bitch that bring me peace is Mrs. Smith, she from the western
Penthouse on the high rise, Hermes with the fur slides
Cartier's on my eyes , I'm riding with that blat
 I'm a grown ass man, don't you ever call me slat
If I fuck it up, I hit the streets and get it right back
I'm hearing whispers in my ear
 I been tryna keep these **** from out the back door
 I can't look at you the same, you left me hanging at my lowest
 You can't sip no ace with me if we ain't never sip no moet
She say you that rapper, nah bitch I'm a poet
All this fucking ice, it look like I'm frozen
Momma's baby boy but she can't treat me like I'm Jody
Every time I step out got that blat I'm fully loaded
Go head tell me what it really is, don't tryna sugarcoat it
I come from nothing, you can't tell me how to boast it
Hop out with that fully cook a **** like a toaster
I be all in every city, riding black truck with a chauffeur
Bust down on my wrist, I could've bought a C300
Fuck designer I'm in gallery department all summer
Got this shit from out the gutter, I should go ice out a plunger
They know all my shit be hitting, they know I be dropping thunder
I'm hearing whispers in my ear
I been tryna keep these **** from out the back door
I can't look at you the same, you left me hanging at my lowest
You can't sip no ace with me if we ain't never sip no moet
She say you that rapper, nah bitch I'm a poet
All this fucking ice, it look like I'm frozen
Momma's baby boy but she can't treat me like I'm Jody
Every time I step out got that blat I'm fully loaded
Written by: Lil Tommy
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