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Ayy, he be trippin', a lot of people act out of mention He finna use you, but I'm tryna love you with my intentions I know I cheated, did you dirty and you still kept it real But when we broke, I back together, fix each other, we heal Hold on kickin' shit, no pistol shit, irrelevant Stay talkin' shit, a fan of this, he versatile, little jit Hold on, I'm flowin', convert a beat we up bound to blow You hear the way I'm talkin', no, you can't catch up with that flow And catch it, no habit, you see me up, relapsin' I wasn't stressed about that guy, but seen the way you actin' No loyalty up in this city, rack up, count a bag in You must be lucky if you got you one who don't be laggin' I bag it, tap it, ain't no loyalty, but you beat No trick or treat, you get no eats, I bake you out pottery Society be callin' me, I thought it was Halloween You knock a door, they come out runnin', berry taste, swisher sweet I smoke it with you, that's that real shit, it's that first time treat I hit it, five up in the car and feel I couldn't even breathe Thinking air it out, I roll down the window, cleanin' the seats Find out my sister heard about it, hearin' her go tellin' Like, no, I know that you my blood, go take a fall for a youngin And it be some little shit she never handled, drop it or somethin' My cousin thirteen smokin' with me, we just act like it's nothin' He pull up to that crib, I light the incense, we spark somethin' And I'ma drop it, and I'ma lob it, and Dom done hit it in that crib And my dad came and walked in, he almost caught him, but he got it He ain't ever cocky, and Richie on that side, he ready for the get it poppin' Stop it, drop it, they tellin' me to drop it For every hater on my dick, I thank you for the dollar And I be speakin' from my soul, don't got no time to fall in When it be twelve, you better tell it, this my main lockin' My main lockin', album one, intro, no missin', zero pot holes And since I started, I been gettin' exes tryna follow So hop off that dick, chains I wanna cop though I cash it out, no cappin', now I got my drop that call though man, he be trippin', a lot of people act out and mention He finna use you, but I'm tryna love you with my intentions I know I cheated, did you dirty, and you still kept it real But when we broke, got back together, fix each other, we heal Hold on, kicking shit, no pistol shit, irrelevant Stay talkin' shit, a fan of this, he versatile little jit Hold on, I'm floatin', convert a beat, we up bound to blow You hear the way I'm talking know you can't catch up with my flow
Writer(s): James Duenes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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