They hatin they see
A lil' nigga on a come up
And on to a great future
That is the reality
Sadly
Did on my
I don't need advice
I was in middle school, I done did the dice
In the trap f*cked up, all we had to eat was rice
I'm finna kill a nigga, I just mixed kerosene with Sprite
He on the floor, now I'm tryna take care of a bitch
And have her pop out in Dior now
I caught a nigga, empty the whole clip, you let off four rounds
The beat can't keep up, I scammed a nigga overseas, I'm gettin' pair of the buffs
I'm finna crash out on a nigga since he thinkin' that he's tough
I'm outside in this hot, I'm thinkin' bout to have a heat stroke
I've been down on my knees, but I've been thinkin' I need hope
This bitch withdraws draws so bad, she be thinkin' she needs coke
This nigga caught a STD, it be burnin' out his P-hole
I know a nigga that's a loser, think he really does need hoes
I told a lil' bro, keep hoopin' and practice on your free throws
I've been ballin' bitch, get Stephen Please
This bitch gave me head for 30 minutes
Damn, she got strong knees
You on 2K, worried about face tats and arm sleeves
If the feds come to my house, I'ma say, yes, I'm armed leave
I'm finna touchdown the bag, we finna have to cross the state lines
Free my nigga, Ju that nigga, still held' Confined
It be hard to get in contact, like where the f*ck is Undefined
I had to tell this ho, damn, you lookin' fine
And said, let me get your number
She said she like pretty dresses and cucumbers
The pain becoming numb to me, I can't cry no more
I stare directly at this bitch, you got pretty eyes for sure
I carol this nigga drink, I use cinnamon
This nigga dumb as hell, he don't know synonyms
You walk in the store and bought Frosted Flakes and M&M's
F*ck my rat ass brother, I'm not forgettin' him
This bitch got a bad ass child, he needs discipline
My nigga got the bows out of state, they come from Michigan
I'm in the abandoned ass house, this ain't the crib I'm livin' in
I'm finna stomp a nigga out, the shoes on my feet are Timberland
I had to ask this lil' bitch, like, why you in your feelings
She said he broke my heart, well, I'm sorry you ain't healin
You think I'm a convicted felon, but yes, I am convictive
And yes, I got the strap and I am capable with it
AAAK - Down On My Knees Lyrics
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They hatin they see
A lil' nigga on a come up
And on to a great future
That is the reality
Sadly
Did on my
I don't need advice
I was in middle school, I done did the dice
In the trap f*cked up, all we had to eat was rice
I'm finna kill a nigga, I just mixed kerosene with Sprite
He on the floor, now I'm tryna take care of a bitch
And have her pop out in Dior now
I caught a nigga, empty the whole clip, you let off four rounds
The beat can't keep up, I scammed a nigga overseas, I'm gettin' pair of the buffs
I'm finna crash out on a nigga since he thinkin' that he's tough
I'm outside in this hot, I'm thinkin' bout to have a heat stroke
I've been down on my knees, but I've been thinkin' I need hope
This bitch withdraws draws so bad, she be thinkin' she needs coke
This nigga caught a STD, it be burnin' out his P-hole
I know a nigga that's a loser, think he really does need hoes
I told a lil' bro, keep hoopin' and practice on your free throws
I've been ballin' bitch, get Stephen Please
This bitch gave me head for 30 minutes
Damn, she got strong knees
You on 2K, worried about face tats and arm sleeves
If the feds come to my house, I'ma say, yes, I'm armed leave
I'm finna touchdown the bag, we finna have to cross the state lines
Free my nigga, Ju that nigga, still held' Confined
It be hard to get in contact, like where the f*ck is Undefined
I had to tell this ho, damn, you lookin' fine
And said, let me get your number
She said she like pretty dresses and cucumbers
The pain becoming numb to me, I can't cry no more
I stare directly at this bitch, you got pretty eyes for sure
I carol this nigga drink, I use cinnamon
This nigga dumb as hell, he don't know synonyms
You walk in the store and bought Frosted Flakes and M&M's
F*ck my rat ass brother, I'm not forgettin' him
This bitch got a bad ass child, he needs discipline
My nigga got the bows out of state, they come from Michigan
I'm in the abandoned ass house, this ain't the crib I'm livin' in
I'm finna stomp a nigga out, the shoes on my feet are Timberland
I had to ask this lil' bitch, like, why you in your feelings
She said he broke my heart, well, I'm sorry you ain't healin
You think I'm a convicted felon, but yes, I am convictive
And yes, I got the strap and I am capable with it
A lil' nigga on a come up
And on to a great future
That is the reality
Sadly
Did on my
I don't need advice
I was in middle school, I done did the dice
In the trap f*cked up, all we had to eat was rice
I'm finna kill a nigga, I just mixed kerosene with Sprite
He on the floor, now I'm tryna take care of a bitch
And have her pop out in Dior now
I caught a nigga, empty the whole clip, you let off four rounds
The beat can't keep up, I scammed a nigga overseas, I'm gettin' pair of the buffs
I'm finna crash out on a nigga since he thinkin' that he's tough
I'm outside in this hot, I'm thinkin' bout to have a heat stroke
I've been down on my knees, but I've been thinkin' I need hope
This bitch withdraws draws so bad, she be thinkin' she needs coke
This nigga caught a STD, it be burnin' out his P-hole
I know a nigga that's a loser, think he really does need hoes
I told a lil' bro, keep hoopin' and practice on your free throws
I've been ballin' bitch, get Stephen Please
This bitch gave me head for 30 minutes
Damn, she got strong knees
You on 2K, worried about face tats and arm sleeves
If the feds come to my house, I'ma say, yes, I'm armed leave
I'm finna touchdown the bag, we finna have to cross the state lines
Free my nigga, Ju that nigga, still held' Confined
It be hard to get in contact, like where the f*ck is Undefined
I had to tell this ho, damn, you lookin' fine
And said, let me get your number
She said she like pretty dresses and cucumbers
The pain becoming numb to me, I can't cry no more
I stare directly at this bitch, you got pretty eyes for sure
I carol this nigga drink, I use cinnamon
This nigga dumb as hell, he don't know synonyms
You walk in the store and bought Frosted Flakes and M&M's
F*ck my rat ass brother, I'm not forgettin' him
This bitch got a bad ass child, he needs discipline
My nigga got the bows out of state, they come from Michigan
I'm in the abandoned ass house, this ain't the crib I'm livin' in
I'm finna stomp a nigga out, the shoes on my feet are Timberland
I had to ask this lil' bitch, like, why you in your feelings
She said he broke my heart, well, I'm sorry you ain't healin
You think I'm a convicted felon, but yes, I am convictive
And yes, I got the strap and I am capable with it
Writer: AAA K
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