Way too much smoke I need way more ammo
Rick Owen's on my body got a gun and a rose
Rockstar from the trenches got these demons that I hold
Took off with a couple bitches yeah I'm tryna line some more
Yeah yeah
Almost took her back to the crib but she wild with the smoke
All the frontin' got me thinking this love is a joke
Every day I'm that bitch every day she is scheming on me
She wanna ride in the jet but she ain't part of the team
Yeah
Kissed her under the lights but I'm ghosting her by tomorrow
Told her bring them bands but we ain't hitting the mall
Balenciaga stepping yeah I'm masked up and I'm raw
What
I only answer to God so f*ck what you call a law
Youngin with the ratchet giving face in designer suits
My twisted I'm chaotic keep it tucked in the sheets
Way too much smoke I need way more ammo
Rick Owen's on my body got a gun and a rose
Rockstar from the trenches got these demons that I hold
Took off with a couple bitches yeah I'm tryna line some more
Yeah yeah
Getting tired of these lames I gotta show them my power
She love me when I'm gone but hate me in my final hour
Stand tall like a tower stand tall like a tower
Balenci on the ground smoke rising that's my power
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Way too much smoke I need way more ammo
Rick Owen's on my body got a gun and a rose
Rockstar from the trenches got these demons that I hold
Took off with a couple bitches yeah I'm tryna line some more
Yeah yeah
Almost took her back to the crib but she wild with the smoke
All the frontin' got me thinking this love is a joke
Every day I'm that bitch every day she is scheming on me
She wanna ride in the jet but she ain't part of the team
Yeah
Kissed her under the lights but I'm ghosting her by tomorrow
Told her bring them bands but we ain't hitting the mall
Balenciaga stepping yeah I'm masked up and I'm raw
What
I only answer to God so f*ck what you call a law
Youngin with the ratchet giving face in designer suits
My twisted I'm chaotic keep it tucked in the sheets
Way too much smoke I need way more ammo
Rick Owen's on my body got a gun and a rose
Rockstar from the trenches got these demons that I hold
Took off with a couple bitches yeah I'm tryna line some more
Yeah yeah
Getting tired of these lames I gotta show them my power
She love me when I'm gone but hate me in my final hour
Stand tall like a tower stand tall like a tower
Balenci on the ground smoke rising that's my power
Rick Owen's on my body got a gun and a rose
Rockstar from the trenches got these demons that I hold
Took off with a couple bitches yeah I'm tryna line some more
Yeah yeah
Almost took her back to the crib but she wild with the smoke
All the frontin' got me thinking this love is a joke
Every day I'm that bitch every day she is scheming on me
She wanna ride in the jet but she ain't part of the team
Yeah
Kissed her under the lights but I'm ghosting her by tomorrow
Told her bring them bands but we ain't hitting the mall
Balenciaga stepping yeah I'm masked up and I'm raw
What
I only answer to God so f*ck what you call a law
Youngin with the ratchet giving face in designer suits
My twisted I'm chaotic keep it tucked in the sheets
Way too much smoke I need way more ammo
Rick Owen's on my body got a gun and a rose
Rockstar from the trenches got these demons that I hold
Took off with a couple bitches yeah I'm tryna line some more
Yeah yeah
Getting tired of these lames I gotta show them my power
She love me when I'm gone but hate me in my final hour
Stand tall like a tower stand tall like a tower
Balenci on the ground smoke rising that's my power
Writer: Chase Simmons
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid