I just ain't wanna stop talkin', man, I don't know why Man, I wanna act stupid 'round this bitch or somethin', man (Evidently, I been shoppin' with Ken)
I don't wanna go through this no more Ayy, I don't wanna hurt you, have to let you go I know I hold it down, don't never leave me lonely don't do me wrong Big diamonds on me, mm (Ooh) These times of the mornin', I be lonely, slime Ooh, ooh, ooh (Ayy, talk that shit, Top) Do you love me? Can I trust you? Do you deserve me? Do I irk you? Keep that burner on me run up on me I'm burnin' somethin', ooh Can't take this pain out my body But fuck that, I got these diamonds on me young nigga, I been shinin' like a star, I know my body Fuck that, they took my daddy but won't come take away my lil' brother MM, 3, tell 'em I'm 'bout businеss I hold it down around this motherfucker, nigga Don't nobody have a job but my grandfathеr, nigga So fuck you think payin' for everything for my mother and my sister and my brother, nigga? I'm so fucked up, I made it out I'm rich as fuck and how I feel I'm still caught up in the struggle, nigga But shit, I'm great, they let my nigga out my day one, DDawg, that's my fuckin' brother, nigga Huh, he'll chase you down Twelve years old, he knock one off we had to sit ten years around, man, man Tired of all these fake-ass people 'round me smilin', tryna down me All this pussy-ass whisperin', what you sayin' about me? Bitch, let me catch like one thing I put this on my mama, I'm too real I let you inside my life, I'ma slime you I'm gangster, bitch I'm danger, nigga, R. I. P. my uncle he got hit all in his head tryna rob a nigga, man This shit man, it's some- stranger like my nigga Jim Morrison, everything strange Even the women, when you don't wanna be with 'em or try to get any Man, I'm ready go back to prison I ain't, I ain't got no love in this bitch I ain't got no great feeling Damn, I got that big Bentley ride up in it and I swear to God I feel amazin' in it, been winnin', nigga Opps on my ass, I got a bed, I got that bag make me mad, I got them hitters put your face up in it, nigga Man, tell them 'bout the niggas that was beefin' with me Put four of his brothers' face on a tee that bitch been sleepin' with it Look, man, tell them 'em 'bout them niggas that was beefin' with me Put four of his brothers' face on top his fuckin' t-shirt, nigga, huh? Man, it's lil' Top, I keep my Glock don't want no problem with you, no just leave me 'lone, just carry on Just carry on, I'm tryna move 'round I don't want you, just leave me 'lone I got a bad bitch in my home Let me do anything I want I buy her anything I want, she tell me anything to please me Gang, these pussy niggas ain't 'bout nothin' I put you straight inside my trunk you niggas Stevie, don't wan' see me On God What the fuck, why I'm up early in that mornin'? Everybody in this room don't know nothin' 'bout me Or they probably wanna come kill DDawg, he dog somethin' But I guarantee you, I'll kill something I'll hurt all y'all Why? 'Cause, you my motherfuckin' hoes and I'm a big dog I know you wouldn't even hold it down Y'all followin' niggas that even sold me down Bitch, I ain't no clown, nigga, fuck y'all I'm out my mind, ooh Let me hit my knees one more time, ooh I'm a soldier, I thought I told you I'll run down on you (Come here) I'll run down on you (Bitch, come here, come here) I get to singin' them blues, how you in blue? I make the sound with my I make the, I make the, make the Glock make the tunes (Ooh) Oh, I got my Glock makin' tunes (Ooh) These dog-ass hoes don't love me I buy 'em anything, that's why they sit up put up with anything I gave her a wedding ring and that bitch ain't my wife for nothing I'm how I done came, just like a man, I'm strictly thuggin' All them times I was being lame if I hurt you, girl, I love you They don't wanna see me ballin' I been caught up in some trouble Ooh, I crack him, crack his dome won't pay a nigga they motherfuckin' money Ooh, ooh, I get active, nigga Bracelet on my leg, you pussy niggas know I'm comin' Don't do no runnin' I'll gun you down, hit you all back you'll hit your stomach, bitch Ooh, lil' Top, lil' Top, Kentrell I can't leave home right now for nothin' (I ain't goin', ain't goin' for shit) I can't leave home right now for nothin' (I swear to God) I wake up every day, late night, morning, for money
I'm tryna get it in I ain't got no help, I ain't got no friends All four of them joints I hope you got money Inside my career, feel like Al Bundy (Plenty risks, nigga, on God)
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Compositor: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & $hop With Ken