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I was 13 niggas upped it on me on my way to school 14 hung around them niggas that just love to shoot 15 i was joyriding in a bentley coupe Running down on niggas pussy boy what you trynna do Call of duty weapon in my tote that hoe pack a punched Niggas moving hella loud Damn its time to pack it up Niggas food Better watch yo plate cause ima take yo lunch In a room rappers i been sonnin It's the brady bunch Shout out to my ex Broke it off She a shady cunt Other bitch would fuck dieing for me Still ain't make the cut I been moving like I'm 21 Still aint got no heart Moved to France when I was 23 Yeah I took it far I was wildin fucking On my past present future 2020 i thought it was over Had no future Left a toxic shorty But I shoulda done it sooner Now it's fuck the world I'ma living karma sutra I was 13 niggas upped it on me on my way to school 14 hung around them niggas that just love to shoot 15 I was joyriding in a bentley coupe Running down on niggas pussy boy what you trynna do Yes I been about my peace but homie don't think shit sweet Riding with ooters theres 3 in the jeep Incense and pistols tucked under the seat What do you mean What do you mean you not sliding What do you mean he ran off and that nigga in hiding What do you mean you gon stay in the crib Just in case it get violent damn You fucking pussy I dare a nigga to push me I dare a nigga to jugg me Beat up the beat till the engineer bloody I'm not your brudda no I'm not ya buddy I don't need random ass niggas to love me I got a product and you got some money Yeah I'm gon mix it and pack it and flip it then Imma take care of my custy Then get me some cutty
Writer(s): Deon Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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