Lyrics

Yeah, talking to a ghost inside my room Feel like Lil' Sosa here Ain't no pussies in the trap right now It's nothing but soldiers here Watch your fucking mouth When you come shop Cause you'll get rolled in here Bando serving It ain't nothing but pounds and fucking mold in here Grab lil' mama by her waist and told her "Please come over here" Ran a million up, it only took me bout a quarter a year Demon, put that strong-ass blunt of za out I can barely hear I got a witch tryna' ride my back But I got this broomstick Tryna' end my young nigga beef But it might can't be fixed All this water on my neck, I'm getting seasick Lives getting lost in these streets People is grieving Brand new cutter out the box I smell like blood and Baccarat Any Op who come with crazy talk He get karate chopped Backend 60K, I copped another watch, I need a stock The Heckler Koch will make his knees buckle Then his body rock Politicking, tryna make 'em understand this money shit But now I don't give a fuck Cause the other side be on some funny shit Loading up this rifle while I'm looking at no Jumper clips Duct tape on extensions When I'm empty, flip it, pop it in You don't know my pain I swear the streets done took like fifty friends Cash been in the cell, ain't seen that nigga since like 2010 Dre done beat an L, them niggas lucky They had dodged the pen Three or four or seven down Rockdale County Had bound twin Courtney told on Sean on that murder It don't make no damn sense I be having strains online I'm having bandwidth Demons want my soul in these streets, I keep a crucifix Making sure my blicks up to par, I'm having numerous Yeah, talking to a ghost inside my room Feel like Lil' Sosa here Ain't no pussies in the trap right now It's nothing but soldiers here Watch your fucking mouth When you come shop cause you'll get rolled in here Bando serving It ain't nothing but pounds and fucking mold in here Grab lil' mama by her waist and told her "Please come over here" Ran a million up, it only took me bout a quarter a year Demon, put that strong-ass blunt of za out, I can barely hear I got a witch tryna ride my back But I got this broomstick Tryna end my young nigga beef But it might can't be fixed All this water on my neck, I'm getting seasick Lives getting lost in these streets, people is grieving Brand new cutter out the box I smell like blood and Baccarat Any Op who come with crazy talk He get karate chopped Backend 60K, I copped another watch, I need a stock The Heckler Koch will make his knees buckle Then his body rock Body rock Body rock Body rock
Writer(s): Tysen Bolding, Vincent Desrosiers, Efe Hazar Elden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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