I lost some friends that were bros
I don't let anyone close to me
Close to me, close to me (Can't let them close)
Tinted my windows, she ain't even know it's me, know it's me
They been talking that shit but that shit getting old to me, old to me
Why they wanna ask me about my past
They should leave it where it's at
They just tryna get me mad
They just mad I gotta bag
Stare at my bitch because I know she bad
Money in a rubber band
And if she ask me imma let her have
Then again she don't really have to ask
No, ran up a Check on my own
I never took out loan
These niggas sounding like clones to me, ooh
She suck it, she taking my soul
They been talking that shit cause they broke
They been talking that shit but that's old news
Why they wanna ask me about my past
They should leave it where it's at
They just tryna get me mad
They just mad I gotta bag
Stare at my bitch because I know she bad
Money in a rubber band
And if she ask me imma let her have
Then again she don't really have to ask
No, ran up a check on my own
I lost some friends that were bros
I don't let anyone close to me
Close to me
Still on the block I'm ten toes
Buss a jug and I'm back on the road
Tinted my windows, she ain't even know it's me, oooh
They gon feel this in they souls
I copped a P I could serve you O
Trap getting hot, we should stop drop and roll
She taking shots so I might strike a pose
Shawty, she buss down my chain now it's froze
Walk out the trap you know I gotta load
My lifestyle like glitter and gold
This is the life that she chose
Sipping lean I done poured me a four
I kill em off , now it's murder she wrote
My bitch like Megan she driving the boat
I lost some friends that were bros
I don't let anyone close to me
Close to me, close to me (Can't let them close)
Tinted my windows, she ain't even know it's me, know it's me
They been talking that shit but that shit getting old to me, that shit getting old to me
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I lost some friends that were bros
I don't let anyone close to me
Close to me, close to me (Can't let them close)
Tinted my windows, she ain't even know it's me, know it's me
They been talking that shit but that shit getting old to me, old to me
Why they wanna ask me about my past
They should leave it where it's at
They just tryna get me mad
They just mad I gotta bag
Stare at my bitch because I know she bad
Money in a rubber band
And if she ask me imma let her have
Then again she don't really have to ask
No, ran up a Check on my own
I never took out loan
These niggas sounding like clones to me, ooh
She suck it, she taking my soul
They been talking that shit cause they broke
They been talking that shit but that's old news
Why they wanna ask me about my past
They should leave it where it's at
They just tryna get me mad
They just mad I gotta bag
Stare at my bitch because I know she bad
Money in a rubber band
And if she ask me imma let her have
Then again she don't really have to ask
No, ran up a check on my own
I lost some friends that were bros
I don't let anyone close to me
Close to me
Still on the block I'm ten toes
Buss a jug and I'm back on the road
Tinted my windows, she ain't even know it's me, oooh
They gon feel this in they souls
I copped a P I could serve you O
Trap getting hot, we should stop drop and roll
She taking shots so I might strike a pose
Shawty, she buss down my chain now it's froze
Walk out the trap you know I gotta load
My lifestyle like glitter and gold
This is the life that she chose
Sipping lean I done poured me a four
I kill em off , now it's murder she wrote
My bitch like Megan she driving the boat
I lost some friends that were bros
I don't let anyone close to me
Close to me, close to me (Can't let them close)
Tinted my windows, she ain't even know it's me, know it's me
They been talking that shit but that shit getting old to me, that shit getting old to me
I don't let anyone close to me
Close to me, close to me (Can't let them close)
Tinted my windows, she ain't even know it's me, know it's me
They been talking that shit but that shit getting old to me, old to me
Why they wanna ask me about my past
They should leave it where it's at
They just tryna get me mad
They just mad I gotta bag
Stare at my bitch because I know she bad
Money in a rubber band
And if she ask me imma let her have
Then again she don't really have to ask
No, ran up a Check on my own
I never took out loan
These niggas sounding like clones to me, ooh
She suck it, she taking my soul
They been talking that shit cause they broke
They been talking that shit but that's old news
Why they wanna ask me about my past
They should leave it where it's at
They just tryna get me mad
They just mad I gotta bag
Stare at my bitch because I know she bad
Money in a rubber band
And if she ask me imma let her have
Then again she don't really have to ask
No, ran up a check on my own
I lost some friends that were bros
I don't let anyone close to me
Close to me
Still on the block I'm ten toes
Buss a jug and I'm back on the road
Tinted my windows, she ain't even know it's me, oooh
They gon feel this in they souls
I copped a P I could serve you O
Trap getting hot, we should stop drop and roll
She taking shots so I might strike a pose
Shawty, she buss down my chain now it's froze
Walk out the trap you know I gotta load
My lifestyle like glitter and gold
This is the life that she chose
Sipping lean I done poured me a four
I kill em off , now it's murder she wrote
My bitch like Megan she driving the boat
I lost some friends that were bros
I don't let anyone close to me
Close to me, close to me (Can't let them close)
Tinted my windows, she ain't even know it's me, know it's me
They been talking that shit but that shit getting old to me, that shit getting old to me
Writer: Willie Taylor
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