Yeah, yeah, oh is that so
I just got some things I wanna say, and I know it
Shorty, yes, I be tryna feel it
I been tryna change, give me time, I'm gon' fix it
I been doin' drugs, hide the pain, I don't feel shit
I don't feel shit, yeah, I don't feel nothin
Every time a opp come around, his ass get popped
I'm tryna press up on these niggas, but they won't send they drop
I'ma let that hoe go, and I ain't even tryna stop
I don't care about no 12, give a f*ck about no cop
Shorty he a lame, thought you knew that
You know I came in that club with a couple straps
And I'm tryna whack his head, she like, you ain't have to do that
I'm ridin' round .45 with a switch attached
I be trippin', I need to get my mind out the gutter
Smokin' on this bud, got me high like, oh, yeah, yeah
I'd rather get popped than get showed up by a lame nigga
You a bum talkin' bout some pape, you a damn fibber
Every time I wake up, think about my pretty brown girl
Tryna make her mind travel the whole damn world
And you better watch your mouth or say that word
Finna pull up on his block and leave a nigga in that dirt
Everybody play it like they crazy
Askin' why I messed up, baby, you don't know me
And they be tryna play it like I'm crazy
They be puttin' me on these pills tryna kill me
Oh, I can't go for that, you should've known that
So stop playin' with me
Why you let that boy play you like you a dummy
You can look me in my eyes and tell there's somethin' wrong
I be givin' fried off them yeas, scared to go home
Bet your mans get popped where he get shot in his dome
I can't feel shit
I catch a opp, he gettin' blitz, he gettin' hit quick
I catch a opp, I'm tryna blitz, you know I hit shit
I don't want these other hoes, I just want my bitch
These niggas fakin' for the gram, there ain't no real pits
I send a real blitz, he ain't f*ckin' with me
Fifty shots up out the switch, I shoot it till it's empty
Always on go, these niggas know it, ain't no bitch up in me
All I love up in my heart, I ain't filled with envy
Load up the strike, I finna spin, these niggas wanna kill me
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Yeah, yeah, oh is that so
I just got some things I wanna say, and I know it
Shorty, yes, I be tryna feel it
I been tryna change, give me time, I'm gon' fix it
I been doin' drugs, hide the pain, I don't feel shit
I don't feel shit, yeah, I don't feel nothin
Every time a opp come around, his ass get popped
I'm tryna press up on these niggas, but they won't send they drop
I'ma let that hoe go, and I ain't even tryna stop
I don't care about no 12, give a f*ck about no cop
Shorty he a lame, thought you knew that
You know I came in that club with a couple straps
And I'm tryna whack his head, she like, you ain't have to do that
I'm ridin' round .45 with a switch attached
I be trippin', I need to get my mind out the gutter
Smokin' on this bud, got me high like, oh, yeah, yeah
I'd rather get popped than get showed up by a lame nigga
You a bum talkin' bout some pape, you a damn fibber
Every time I wake up, think about my pretty brown girl
Tryna make her mind travel the whole damn world
And you better watch your mouth or say that word
Finna pull up on his block and leave a nigga in that dirt
Everybody play it like they crazy
Askin' why I messed up, baby, you don't know me
And they be tryna play it like I'm crazy
They be puttin' me on these pills tryna kill me
Oh, I can't go for that, you should've known that
So stop playin' with me
Why you let that boy play you like you a dummy
You can look me in my eyes and tell there's somethin' wrong
I be givin' fried off them yeas, scared to go home
Bet your mans get popped where he get shot in his dome
I can't feel shit
I catch a opp, he gettin' blitz, he gettin' hit quick
I catch a opp, I'm tryna blitz, you know I hit shit
I don't want these other hoes, I just want my bitch
These niggas fakin' for the gram, there ain't no real pits
I send a real blitz, he ain't f*ckin' with me
Fifty shots up out the switch, I shoot it till it's empty
Always on go, these niggas know it, ain't no bitch up in me
All I love up in my heart, I ain't filled with envy
Load up the strike, I finna spin, these niggas wanna kill me
I just got some things I wanna say, and I know it
Shorty, yes, I be tryna feel it
I been tryna change, give me time, I'm gon' fix it
I been doin' drugs, hide the pain, I don't feel shit
I don't feel shit, yeah, I don't feel nothin
Every time a opp come around, his ass get popped
I'm tryna press up on these niggas, but they won't send they drop
I'ma let that hoe go, and I ain't even tryna stop
I don't care about no 12, give a f*ck about no cop
Shorty he a lame, thought you knew that
You know I came in that club with a couple straps
And I'm tryna whack his head, she like, you ain't have to do that
I'm ridin' round .45 with a switch attached
I be trippin', I need to get my mind out the gutter
Smokin' on this bud, got me high like, oh, yeah, yeah
I'd rather get popped than get showed up by a lame nigga
You a bum talkin' bout some pape, you a damn fibber
Every time I wake up, think about my pretty brown girl
Tryna make her mind travel the whole damn world
And you better watch your mouth or say that word
Finna pull up on his block and leave a nigga in that dirt
Everybody play it like they crazy
Askin' why I messed up, baby, you don't know me
And they be tryna play it like I'm crazy
They be puttin' me on these pills tryna kill me
Oh, I can't go for that, you should've known that
So stop playin' with me
Why you let that boy play you like you a dummy
You can look me in my eyes and tell there's somethin' wrong
I be givin' fried off them yeas, scared to go home
Bet your mans get popped where he get shot in his dome
I can't feel shit
I catch a opp, he gettin' blitz, he gettin' hit quick
I catch a opp, I'm tryna blitz, you know I hit shit
I don't want these other hoes, I just want my bitch
These niggas fakin' for the gram, there ain't no real pits
I send a real blitz, he ain't f*ckin' with me
Fifty shots up out the switch, I shoot it till it's empty
Always on go, these niggas know it, ain't no bitch up in me
All I love up in my heart, I ain't filled with envy
Load up the strike, I finna spin, these niggas wanna kill me
Writer: Alexander Smith, Kayshawn Taylor
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