I said I want to be original i want to make my own song
And I want to say.. f*ck you Pezzy
You're a peace of shit bitch
I've been working till the morning
I got hunnids, they all blues
You can't never say I'm lonely nigga
Play around with that fire
He gon' die, that's on his conscious
Niggas say that he got smoke with me
He Won't make it till the morning
I want crashout bout my old bitch
F*ck I look like
Might go f*ck her cousin in that Buick
I not nice nigga
I'll be wrong if I try to f*ck your momma
Condom on that jimmy
Add, her momma on the book
I hope her momma real friendly
Nigga, I'm a real Steppa
Baby, don't you play with p
I'ma shoot my shot
90 percent, she probably make the team
I kill your baby Daddy, bitch, you try to play with me
Call my phone on private numbers
Baby, I know you want a piece
You can play stupid get your head knocked off
Been trapping all your life and, nigga, you still ain't a boss
These niggas acting gangster
He ain't gon' never f*cking cross me
Seven bullets hit his body
The doctor's done lost him
Nigga I been running up that bag
I can't fall back
Steady called my phone
I hit decline
Don't you call back
I knew that I had motion, baby
Knew I was a quarterback
I knew you fell in love, baby
Knew you was running back
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I said I want to be original i want to make my own song
And I want to say.. f*ck you Pezzy
You're a peace of shit bitch
I've been working till the morning
I got hunnids, they all blues
You can't never say I'm lonely nigga
Play around with that fire
He gon' die, that's on his conscious
Niggas say that he got smoke with me
He Won't make it till the morning
I want crashout bout my old bitch
F*ck I look like
Might go f*ck her cousin in that Buick
I not nice nigga
I'll be wrong if I try to f*ck your momma
Condom on that jimmy
Add, her momma on the book
I hope her momma real friendly
Nigga, I'm a real Steppa
Baby, don't you play with p
I'ma shoot my shot
90 percent, she probably make the team
I kill your baby Daddy, bitch, you try to play with me
Call my phone on private numbers
Baby, I know you want a piece
You can play stupid get your head knocked off
Been trapping all your life and, nigga, you still ain't a boss
These niggas acting gangster
He ain't gon' never f*cking cross me
Seven bullets hit his body
The doctor's done lost him
Nigga I been running up that bag
I can't fall back
Steady called my phone
I hit decline
Don't you call back
I knew that I had motion, baby
Knew I was a quarterback
I knew you fell in love, baby
Knew you was running back
And I want to say.. f*ck you Pezzy
You're a peace of shit bitch
I've been working till the morning
I got hunnids, they all blues
You can't never say I'm lonely nigga
Play around with that fire
He gon' die, that's on his conscious
Niggas say that he got smoke with me
He Won't make it till the morning
I want crashout bout my old bitch
F*ck I look like
Might go f*ck her cousin in that Buick
I not nice nigga
I'll be wrong if I try to f*ck your momma
Condom on that jimmy
Add, her momma on the book
I hope her momma real friendly
Nigga, I'm a real Steppa
Baby, don't you play with p
I'ma shoot my shot
90 percent, she probably make the team
I kill your baby Daddy, bitch, you try to play with me
Call my phone on private numbers
Baby, I know you want a piece
You can play stupid get your head knocked off
Been trapping all your life and, nigga, you still ain't a boss
These niggas acting gangster
He ain't gon' never f*cking cross me
Seven bullets hit his body
The doctor's done lost him
Nigga I been running up that bag
I can't fall back
Steady called my phone
I hit decline
Don't you call back
I knew that I had motion, baby
Knew I was a quarterback
I knew you fell in love, baby
Knew you was running back
Writer: Jaquan Johnson
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