Yeah
Don't think bout the past, cause the past ain't going
And stop sellin' packs, if the packs ain't yours
Bad lil' bitch, she was on all fours
Mom dukes told me to do my chores
G-moms asked if I love her, of course
Hop in the stu, make songs when I'm bored
Yeah
Brodie back out that car, it's a brand new Ford
I feel bad, I was lying to 8bandz, told him I'm busy, but I just ain't wanna record
And bitch don't tell me you love me to death and you know damn well that I love you more
The trap house jump, we got addies galore
I been thinkin' bout ending my life since four
No, but I got some people depending on me
Mom dukes workin' 7 to 3
Bad lil' bitch, she was heaven to me
I know I ain't up top, but I'm destined to be
You gon' make it don't worry, stop stressin' it b
And my bro Big T took a felony plea
Shorty go both ways, she like red and green
I'm never gonna switch on my team
What the f*ck do you mean
Baby, why did you leave me on seen
Like, you are so bougie
And I can't wait till my brothers are free
Me and FRThekidd with them push starter keys
Young bull what you gon' do with that beam
I swear this life is not what it seems
Yeah
Let it be me
I do it for you
Twenties are green
Hunnids are blue
Watch where you step, Murakami my shoe
Got that Maybach Benz, it's a all black coupe
You are not in my gang, you are not part of Swuul
When my bro Danny died, I ain't know what to do
No cap
That's when I told OG, load up the guns, lets shoot
This bitch keep playin' them games with the Yung Drippy Dri, I had to give her the boot
Mom dukes don't want me to f*ck with a light-skinned bitch, she want me to stick to my roots
But, mama, I don't wanna do that
I remember I only had two racks
Yung Drippy - Ain't Goin Lyrics
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Yeah
Don't think bout the past, cause the past ain't going
And stop sellin' packs, if the packs ain't yours
Bad lil' bitch, she was on all fours
Mom dukes told me to do my chores
G-moms asked if I love her, of course
Hop in the stu, make songs when I'm bored
Yeah
Brodie back out that car, it's a brand new Ford
I feel bad, I was lying to 8bandz, told him I'm busy, but I just ain't wanna record
And bitch don't tell me you love me to death and you know damn well that I love you more
The trap house jump, we got addies galore
I been thinkin' bout ending my life since four
No, but I got some people depending on me
Mom dukes workin' 7 to 3
Bad lil' bitch, she was heaven to me
I know I ain't up top, but I'm destined to be
You gon' make it don't worry, stop stressin' it b
And my bro Big T took a felony plea
Shorty go both ways, she like red and green
I'm never gonna switch on my team
What the f*ck do you mean
Baby, why did you leave me on seen
Like, you are so bougie
And I can't wait till my brothers are free
Me and FRThekidd with them push starter keys
Young bull what you gon' do with that beam
I swear this life is not what it seems
Yeah
Let it be me
I do it for you
Twenties are green
Hunnids are blue
Watch where you step, Murakami my shoe
Got that Maybach Benz, it's a all black coupe
You are not in my gang, you are not part of Swuul
When my bro Danny died, I ain't know what to do
No cap
That's when I told OG, load up the guns, lets shoot
This bitch keep playin' them games with the Yung Drippy Dri, I had to give her the boot
Mom dukes don't want me to f*ck with a light-skinned bitch, she want me to stick to my roots
But, mama, I don't wanna do that
I remember I only had two racks
Don't think bout the past, cause the past ain't going
And stop sellin' packs, if the packs ain't yours
Bad lil' bitch, she was on all fours
Mom dukes told me to do my chores
G-moms asked if I love her, of course
Hop in the stu, make songs when I'm bored
Yeah
Brodie back out that car, it's a brand new Ford
I feel bad, I was lying to 8bandz, told him I'm busy, but I just ain't wanna record
And bitch don't tell me you love me to death and you know damn well that I love you more
The trap house jump, we got addies galore
I been thinkin' bout ending my life since four
No, but I got some people depending on me
Mom dukes workin' 7 to 3
Bad lil' bitch, she was heaven to me
I know I ain't up top, but I'm destined to be
You gon' make it don't worry, stop stressin' it b
And my bro Big T took a felony plea
Shorty go both ways, she like red and green
I'm never gonna switch on my team
What the f*ck do you mean
Baby, why did you leave me on seen
Like, you are so bougie
And I can't wait till my brothers are free
Me and FRThekidd with them push starter keys
Young bull what you gon' do with that beam
I swear this life is not what it seems
Yeah
Let it be me
I do it for you
Twenties are green
Hunnids are blue
Watch where you step, Murakami my shoe
Got that Maybach Benz, it's a all black coupe
You are not in my gang, you are not part of Swuul
When my bro Danny died, I ain't know what to do
No cap
That's when I told OG, load up the guns, lets shoot
This bitch keep playin' them games with the Yung Drippy Dri, I had to give her the boot
Mom dukes don't want me to f*ck with a light-skinned bitch, she want me to stick to my roots
But, mama, I don't wanna do that
I remember I only had two racks
Writer: Ben Nkwantah
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