Call my phone won't get no answer better just leaving a message
You saying you miss me I probably won't listen its always the same
Back on the road its cash getting made head back home just feel out of place
Me an my bitch gone be okay I promise i'm finding my way
Ain't know love I ain't know trust but shawty gone keep it a buck
Miss all my bros i'm missing my home but can't ever feel that love
Gassing the crib i'm gassing the whip probably gone crash in space
High as a bitch i'm a high as a C-Note baby its cash on the way
She took my heart, she took my soul she up and made her escape
Low down nigga i'm grimy can't no God, can't no man, can't no bitch define me
I was a mess no food in the crib so I had to get me some profits f*ck it just run me yo pocket
F*ck it just give me the guala, f*ck it just give me the commas
Whenever they come for my soul i wanna hear Frank in the choir
I wanna hear bells when i go to hell just leave me a prayer an show me you care
Cause none of that shit be promised just help me to clear my conscience
Call my phone won't get no answer better just leaving a message
You saying you miss me i probably won't listen its always the same
Back on the road its cash getting made head back home just feel out of place
Me an my bitch gone be okay i promise i'm finding my way
Ran up a check love to go flex I move like Usain to the bank
Move like i'm sick yeah i'm keeping my distance these niggas not matching my pace
I fell in love with the drugs, I fell in love with the cake
Who showing up if i'm low on my funds cause niggas don't care how you feeling
Said baby i'm drunk off E's and some Runtz like i'm really stuck to the ceiling
Tell me who better I promise whoever can't me see me when lacing the track
Can't see me bout chasing them racks can't tell me bout sleep in the cold
Can't tell me bout standing by stove cause the crib was bout close to be froze
So tell me who really gone fold who putting out hits i'm going for gold
Call my phone won't get no answer better just leaving a message
You saying you miss me i probably won't listen its always the same
Back on the road its cash getting made head back home just feel out of place
Me an my bitch gone be okay i promise i'm finding my way
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Call my phone won't get no answer better just leaving a message
You saying you miss me I probably won't listen its always the same
Back on the road its cash getting made head back home just feel out of place
Me an my bitch gone be okay I promise i'm finding my way
Ain't know love I ain't know trust but shawty gone keep it a buck
Miss all my bros i'm missing my home but can't ever feel that love
Gassing the crib i'm gassing the whip probably gone crash in space
High as a bitch i'm a high as a C-Note baby its cash on the way
She took my heart, she took my soul she up and made her escape
Low down nigga i'm grimy can't no God, can't no man, can't no bitch define me
I was a mess no food in the crib so I had to get me some profits f*ck it just run me yo pocket
F*ck it just give me the guala, f*ck it just give me the commas
Whenever they come for my soul i wanna hear Frank in the choir
I wanna hear bells when i go to hell just leave me a prayer an show me you care
Cause none of that shit be promised just help me to clear my conscience
Call my phone won't get no answer better just leaving a message
You saying you miss me i probably won't listen its always the same
Back on the road its cash getting made head back home just feel out of place
Me an my bitch gone be okay i promise i'm finding my way
Ran up a check love to go flex I move like Usain to the bank
Move like i'm sick yeah i'm keeping my distance these niggas not matching my pace
I fell in love with the drugs, I fell in love with the cake
Who showing up if i'm low on my funds cause niggas don't care how you feeling
Said baby i'm drunk off E's and some Runtz like i'm really stuck to the ceiling
Tell me who better I promise whoever can't me see me when lacing the track
Can't see me bout chasing them racks can't tell me bout sleep in the cold
Can't tell me bout standing by stove cause the crib was bout close to be froze
So tell me who really gone fold who putting out hits i'm going for gold
Call my phone won't get no answer better just leaving a message
You saying you miss me i probably won't listen its always the same
Back on the road its cash getting made head back home just feel out of place
Me an my bitch gone be okay i promise i'm finding my way
You saying you miss me I probably won't listen its always the same
Back on the road its cash getting made head back home just feel out of place
Me an my bitch gone be okay I promise i'm finding my way
Ain't know love I ain't know trust but shawty gone keep it a buck
Miss all my bros i'm missing my home but can't ever feel that love
Gassing the crib i'm gassing the whip probably gone crash in space
High as a bitch i'm a high as a C-Note baby its cash on the way
She took my heart, she took my soul she up and made her escape
Low down nigga i'm grimy can't no God, can't no man, can't no bitch define me
I was a mess no food in the crib so I had to get me some profits f*ck it just run me yo pocket
F*ck it just give me the guala, f*ck it just give me the commas
Whenever they come for my soul i wanna hear Frank in the choir
I wanna hear bells when i go to hell just leave me a prayer an show me you care
Cause none of that shit be promised just help me to clear my conscience
Call my phone won't get no answer better just leaving a message
You saying you miss me i probably won't listen its always the same
Back on the road its cash getting made head back home just feel out of place
Me an my bitch gone be okay i promise i'm finding my way
Ran up a check love to go flex I move like Usain to the bank
Move like i'm sick yeah i'm keeping my distance these niggas not matching my pace
I fell in love with the drugs, I fell in love with the cake
Who showing up if i'm low on my funds cause niggas don't care how you feeling
Said baby i'm drunk off E's and some Runtz like i'm really stuck to the ceiling
Tell me who better I promise whoever can't me see me when lacing the track
Can't see me bout chasing them racks can't tell me bout sleep in the cold
Can't tell me bout standing by stove cause the crib was bout close to be froze
So tell me who really gone fold who putting out hits i'm going for gold
Call my phone won't get no answer better just leaving a message
You saying you miss me i probably won't listen its always the same
Back on the road its cash getting made head back home just feel out of place
Me an my bitch gone be okay i promise i'm finding my way
Writer: Dylan Modlin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid