Lyrics

What is it
It's about a trickle
It's about a trickle
She saw him late, and I'm like, I'm hungry for life
Yeah
Heavy with a burden
You gotta know this your life shit get crazy
Kind of wild on some shit
You gotta maintain and
Don't complain
Keep going
Same band, so we playing the same tune
Ain't ran, I'm still posted with the goons
Like, where he at
I'ma pull up after noon
Said it was beef, I'ma bring that shit right to him
Come out your mouth about lil Young, and I'ma do it (ima blow you)
I'm ABG, I move with killers with influence
I get the pack , and score the ball, know I'm a move it
I was on the block, I'm skipping school, I'm ducking truant
Few **** on that other side, ain't tell me we into it
Pillow talking to a bitch
Don't let me know that what you're doing
(Don't let me know that what you're doing)
(Don't let me know)
Hit the bitch one time, she gotta go
On live while I be sleep, she be giving out my lo
Get it drop, I'ma creep, R Kelly
Told lil mama we can make a show, like Helen
Brother on probation with a pole, a felony
I done watched a real gangster fold, he telling
**** say they can't work 9 to 5
Invested in myself like a job
Brother say he rather jug and rob, so he back robbin
Can't talk about the shit that I had, did in those apartment
Just know that it got done
My mama know that I'm a star
I can't let him take her son
My Grandpa see me going far, I say, look what I become
I'm the type to slut her out and never trip about who she fucking
And give her back to you, I swear to God, these hoes Redundant (That bihh Redundant)
**** posting guns, but can't never post no money
I seen them flexing ones ,like can he even show a hunnid
Like, do he got it
No, yo ass gonna die, you try going in my pocket
I'mma send your ass to Houston
If he play, I got my rocket
Knowing I'm a pop it
Uh, uh, knowing I'm a pop it
I'm the one who sent them hitter's to get your block spent
I can fuck your bitches give ha back , no, I got options
5% we ride around, know that that's a dark tint
**** ducking rec, but on the net, they be barking
Keep all your shit
Punch it and I'll talk
No, I don't come back
Written by: Rahlyke Rodgers
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