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CJB
Trusted you with all of my life
How the f*ck could you fold
You supposed to be by my side
Going after our goals
I'm high as hell on i20
Let's get off the road (Ayy, DB plug me up)
Just letting you know (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma run up a bag
For any shorty that had treated me like I'm a joke back then
I'ma pop a few tags
For everybody that had tried to jawn me for my clothes back then
I ain't cutting no slack
A nigga folded on me once I know he's gonna fold again
And I'ma run this shit back
Cause shorty chillin' in the studio said that she loves this shit
(Ayy, DB plug me up)
And it's getting old
Fake ass bros, totin a pole
You ain't finna blow it
She count up my rolls
While I roll
I love that hoe
But she just for the moment
Wrist on gold, neck on gold, bitch on go
I feel like I'm glowing
T'in up shows, everyone knows
That Skippa is cold
(They need to take notice)
I'm tryna race in a Porsche 911
Pray to God that I don't end up like Otis
New Cali strain, dispensary selling
This shit's professional, that's why I'm floating
This bitch trying to play me, act like she never
Met me and curved me before I recorded
I'm not in a gang, but my brothers totin'
Come across one and you going to Heaven
(Ayy DB plug me up)
Trusted you with all of my life
How the f*ck could you fold
You supposed to be by my side
Going after our goals
I'm high as hell on i20
Let's get off the road
Just letting you know
(Ayy DB plug me up)
I'ma run up a bag
For any shorty that had treated me like I'm a joke back then
I'ma pop a few tags
For everybody that had tried to jawn me for my clothes back then
I ain't cutting no slack
A nigga folded on me once I know he's gonna fold again
And I'ma run this shit back
Cause shorty chillin' in the studio said that she loves this shit