I keep that tool like it's part the rules
I was 16 taking that thang to school
Thumbing thru these blues
I could Never lose f*ckin on these hoes even
Tho they choose I couldn't even be Mad
That's what bitches do I hopped In my bag soon
As I lost a few ran off On the plug won't get his drugs back
Ran off on my bitch won't get my Heart again
I been in the streets in Aint no love in em
Glock with a Standard threw a drum in it pull up
To your block and we have fun
Witcha spin his bin again he think
We done wit em my niggas up the Rode
They doing fed time others in The grave
I call that bed time we cut His fingers off cuz we got mob ties
Nigga I can't slow up I got two
I Gotta feed mine You know I got Them racks like Serena
You should See the stars in a Wraith it look like Venus bitch
I'm Out of space I'm on Mars you can't Reach bitch
I'm to Wavy nothing but Drip when u see Me believe me
I Been money hungry
Lately i been getting greedy
I been talking to the wolves lately
They say I ain't feeding em niggas left Me in The cold
They wasn't Dere When i Needed f*ck em now we even
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I keep that tool like it's part the rules
I was 16 taking that thang to school
Thumbing thru these blues
I could Never lose f*ckin on these hoes even
Tho they choose I couldn't even be Mad
That's what bitches do I hopped In my bag soon
As I lost a few ran off On the plug won't get his drugs back
Ran off on my bitch won't get my Heart again
I been in the streets in Aint no love in em
Glock with a Standard threw a drum in it pull up
To your block and we have fun
Witcha spin his bin again he think
We done wit em my niggas up the Rode
They doing fed time others in The grave
I call that bed time we cut His fingers off cuz we got mob ties
Nigga I can't slow up I got two
I Gotta feed mine You know I got Them racks like Serena
You should See the stars in a Wraith it look like Venus bitch
I'm Out of space I'm on Mars you can't Reach bitch
I'm to Wavy nothing but Drip when u see Me believe me
I Been money hungry
Lately i been getting greedy
I been talking to the wolves lately
They say I ain't feeding em niggas left Me in The cold
They wasn't Dere When i Needed f*ck em now we even
I was 16 taking that thang to school
Thumbing thru these blues
I could Never lose f*ckin on these hoes even
Tho they choose I couldn't even be Mad
That's what bitches do I hopped In my bag soon
As I lost a few ran off On the plug won't get his drugs back
Ran off on my bitch won't get my Heart again
I been in the streets in Aint no love in em
Glock with a Standard threw a drum in it pull up
To your block and we have fun
Witcha spin his bin again he think
We done wit em my niggas up the Rode
They doing fed time others in The grave
I call that bed time we cut His fingers off cuz we got mob ties
Nigga I can't slow up I got two
I Gotta feed mine You know I got Them racks like Serena
You should See the stars in a Wraith it look like Venus bitch
I'm Out of space I'm on Mars you can't Reach bitch
I'm to Wavy nothing but Drip when u see Me believe me
I Been money hungry
Lately i been getting greedy
I been talking to the wolves lately
They say I ain't feeding em niggas left Me in The cold
They wasn't Dere When i Needed f*ck em now we even
Writer: Lapierre Forde
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