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Where you was at when I was hurtin', you was gone
They wanna shoot me, really hate me 'cause I'm on ('cause I'm on)
I'm from the hood, back to back with zones (on)
Ain't no more trippin', I been trappin' on my phone (oh, nah)
In the sky, I'm so far up, you can't see me
If I die, want this shit to hit the TV
I don't know why, but I flooded out my neck with VV's (slap)
Got so much green on me (blam, blam), now they callin' me Luigi

Cartier bracelet, been shoppin' at Macy's (at Macy's)
I keep a red bottom (I do), my shoes don't got laces (no laces)
I come from the bando (ay), I come from the basin (bando)
And I'm free for the night if you wanna come take it

But this the life I chose, this the life I live (ah)
Baby momma same name, takin' care of my kids (ah)
But I been grindin', tryna make it to a f*ckin' M (iced out)
And these pussy niggas hate on him (yeah, yeah)

Niggas jackin' in my hood, I got that 9 on me
I'm really trappin' in my hood, I get my grind on me
And my Rollie come from Russia, got different timezones, me
I'm going harder than I ever did, times three

Look in the sky, you gon' see me next to a plane (in a plane)
Look in my eyes, I can't cope with all this pain (this pain)
He got one, and I got one, but I swear we not the same (big one, iced out)
They want throw me with A1, niggas change (hey)

Where you was at when I was hurtin', you was gone
They wanna shoot me, really hate me 'cause I'm on ('cause I'm on)
I'm from the hood, back to back with zones (on)
Ain't no more trippin', I been trappin' on my (oh, nah)
In the sky, I'm so far up, you can't see me
If I die, want this shit to hit the TV
I don't know why (yeah), but I flooded out my neck with VV's (slap)
Got so much green on me (blam, blam), now they callin' me Luigi

Get Netflix on my cellphone (cellphone)
My lil' niggas gotta hit me from the jail phone (jail phone)
Havin' all the birds like a scarecrow (brrr)
The way you talkin' on the phone, you know you dead wrong (dead wrong)
Look, strawberry paint I had to fill up the bank (bank)
I had to get out the rain, I had to fill up the tank (tank)
I'm goin' hard when they ain't (they ain't)
I'm goin' hard when they can't (can't)
I'm goin' hard in the paint (yeah, iced out)

I'm havin' all the birds like a scarecrow (scarecrow)
If you really want some problems, we can air it out (doo, doo, doo, doo)
I'll be in them streets, what they gon' talk about (talk about)
I come from a place where they don't make it out (make it out)

Murder on my mind, got death on the brain
And these 'bouta drive me insane (insane)
You play with my nigga, then f*ck you lil' nigga
We 'bout to pull pull up with them thangs (them thangs)
I send a lil' hit, and my niggas is killers
They ready to die 'bout the chains (my chains, iced out)
I don't hesitate, shoot first out the gate, and it's head-first when I aim (yeah)

Where you was at when I was hurtin', you was gone
They wanna shoot me, really hate me 'cause I'm on ('cause I'm on)
I'm from the hood, back to back with zones (on)
Ain't no more trippin', I been trappin' on my phone (oh, nah)
In the sky, I'm so far up, you can't see me
If I die, want this shit to hit the TV
I don't know why, but I flooded out my neck with VV's (slap)
Got so much green on me (blam, blam), now they callin' me Luigi
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Where you was at when I was hurtin', you was gone
They wanna shoot me, really hate me 'cause I'm on ('cause I'm on)
I'm from the hood, back to back with zones (on)
Ain't no more trippin', I been trappin' on my phone (oh, nah)
In the sky, I'm so far up, you can't see me
If I die, want this shit to hit the TV
I don't know why, but I flooded out my neck with VV's (slap)
Got so much green on me (blam, blam), now they callin' me Luigi

Cartier bracelet, been shoppin' at Macy's (at Macy's)
I keep a red bottom (I do), my shoes don't got laces (no laces)
I come from the bando (ay), I come from the basin (bando)
And I'm free for the night if you wanna come take it

But this the life I chose, this the life I live (ah)
Baby momma same name, takin' care of my kids (ah)
But I been grindin', tryna make it to a f*ckin' M (iced out)
And these pussy niggas hate on him (yeah, yeah)

Niggas jackin' in my hood, I got that 9 on me
I'm really trappin' in my hood, I get my grind on me
And my Rollie come from Russia, got different timezones, me
I'm going harder than I ever did, times three

Look in the sky, you gon' see me next to a plane (in a plane)
Look in my eyes, I can't cope with all this pain (this pain)
He got one, and I got one, but I swear we not the same (big one, iced out)
They want throw me with A1, niggas change (hey)

Where you was at when I was hurtin', you was gone
They wanna shoot me, really hate me 'cause I'm on ('cause I'm on)
I'm from the hood, back to back with zones (on)
Ain't no more trippin', I been trappin' on my (oh, nah)
In the sky, I'm so far up, you can't see me
If I die, want this shit to hit the TV
I don't know why (yeah), but I flooded out my neck with VV's (slap)
Got so much green on me (blam, blam), now they callin' me Luigi

Get Netflix on my cellphone (cellphone)
My lil' niggas gotta hit me from the jail phone (jail phone)
Havin' all the birds like a scarecrow (brrr)
The way you talkin' on the phone, you know you dead wrong (dead wrong)
Look, strawberry paint I had to fill up the bank (bank)
I had to get out the rain, I had to fill up the tank (tank)
I'm goin' hard when they ain't (they ain't)
I'm goin' hard when they can't (can't)
I'm goin' hard in the paint (yeah, iced out)

I'm havin' all the birds like a scarecrow (scarecrow)
If you really want some problems, we can air it out (doo, doo, doo, doo)
I'll be in them streets, what they gon' talk about (talk about)
I come from a place where they don't make it out (make it out)

Murder on my mind, got death on the brain
And these 'bouta drive me insane (insane)
You play with my nigga, then f*ck you lil' nigga
We 'bout to pull pull up with them thangs (them thangs)
I send a lil' hit, and my niggas is killers
They ready to die 'bout the chains (my chains, iced out)
I don't hesitate, shoot first out the gate, and it's head-first when I aim (yeah)

Where you was at when I was hurtin', you was gone
They wanna shoot me, really hate me 'cause I'm on ('cause I'm on)
I'm from the hood, back to back with zones (on)
Ain't no more trippin', I been trappin' on my phone (oh, nah)
In the sky, I'm so far up, you can't see me
If I die, want this shit to hit the TV
I don't know why, but I flooded out my neck with VV's (slap)
Got so much green on me (blam, blam), now they callin' me Luigi
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Writer: Warren Hendricks
Copyright: Lyrics © KOZE MUSIC PUBLISHING

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