I gotta
Whole lotta
Shit stressing me out
Girl I love you
But don't think that its working out
But i'll still f*ck you
If u need me just hit me up
But I cant cuff you
Its to many bitches I love
I was thuggin in the crib
Hopped off the porch in start getting some bread
Aint nobody give me nothing
I got it all on my own
Shorty get outta my phone
These hoe's dont leave me alone
(No)
She said her nigga a bozo
But after I hit shorty go home
Drinking Dusse on some different shit
Yall know im a henny boy
But im liking Dusse with every sip
Don't think I should drink some more
I brung a bag to the stash house
Dont wanna talk bitch im rapped out
Check me out im getting cash now
They used to look at me laugh now
Everybody wanna chill with me
They wanna come eat a meal with me
Look at me bitch im a boss now
I used to be in the little league
I bubbled up off a pound of weed
Now i be selling 10 pounds a week
Im smoking london pound cake
Fontu with the raw papes
My gang my brothas in we all paid
My shoes italian we been off jays
They dont want me here so they all hate
Don't f*ck with me in that's for your sake
You know what im bringing on tour
A Drake
Please don't say you love me
If you don't mean it
You say that you really f*ck with me
But what's the reason
Loved a bitch and she switched up on me
Couldn't believe it
Allergic to these niggas company it got me sneezing
I gotta
Whole lotta shit stressing me out
Girl I love you
But dont think that its working out
But ill still f*ck you
If you need me just hit me up
But i cant cuff you
Its to many bitches I love
Im gettin money
Stow the blues in go blow the dubs
Girl you aint for me
You just want me because im up
Dont wanna hurt you
But baby I had enough
Of all this fussing
About the other bitches I f*ck
In im so tired of all these people acting like they'll really ride for me
But i wont take the chance with someone else
Thats how it gotta be
You changed the password on your phone
You thought that it a get to me
But if i forget about you
(Bitch)
You still gon remember me
Cuz bitch i been the shit since i was 6
Here me out
Aint want me back when i was broke
So money all you care about
Was breaking bread with snakes so when I get it
I don't share it now
They still hit my phone but they don't get it
Can't hang around me now
Smoking white runtz I got it flexed up in a russian cream
Remember we was stuck was 3 of us breaking a half of p
Came a long way from smoking games in flipping halfs of weed
You do what you do
You better not let it get back to me
Woah woah
Henny got me slow-mo
Shorty if I f*ck you can you keep it on the down low
Check me out im O.T
You know I got them bands on
Groupie say she know me
But I never met her
Busy im getting the cheddar
Been working im getting better
Cant take it no more im fed up
Double cup pour that red up
(Yeah)
All alone had to step up
Trappin to get my racks up
Keep it on me
Better back up
I gotta
Whole lotta
Shit stressing me out
Girl I love you
But don't think that it working out
But i'll still f*ck you
If u need me just hit me up
But I cant cuff you
Its to many bitches I love
Im getting money
Stow the blues in go blow the dubs
Girl you aint for me
You just want me because im up
Dont wanna hurt you
But baby i had enough
Of all this fussing about all the other bitches I f*ck
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I gotta
Whole lotta
Shit stressing me out
Girl I love you
But don't think that its working out
But i'll still f*ck you
If u need me just hit me up
But I cant cuff you
Its to many bitches I love
I was thuggin in the crib
Hopped off the porch in start getting some bread
Aint nobody give me nothing
I got it all on my own
Shorty get outta my phone
These hoe's dont leave me alone
(No)
She said her nigga a bozo
But after I hit shorty go home
Drinking Dusse on some different shit
Yall know im a henny boy
But im liking Dusse with every sip
Don't think I should drink some more
I brung a bag to the stash house
Dont wanna talk bitch im rapped out
Check me out im getting cash now
They used to look at me laugh now
Everybody wanna chill with me
They wanna come eat a meal with me
Look at me bitch im a boss now
I used to be in the little league
I bubbled up off a pound of weed
Now i be selling 10 pounds a week
Im smoking london pound cake
Fontu with the raw papes
My gang my brothas in we all paid
My shoes italian we been off jays
They dont want me here so they all hate
Don't f*ck with me in that's for your sake
You know what im bringing on tour
A Drake
Please don't say you love me
If you don't mean it
You say that you really f*ck with me
But what's the reason
Loved a bitch and she switched up on me
Couldn't believe it
Allergic to these niggas company it got me sneezing
I gotta
Whole lotta shit stressing me out
Girl I love you
But dont think that its working out
But ill still f*ck you
If you need me just hit me up
But i cant cuff you
Its to many bitches I love
Im gettin money
Stow the blues in go blow the dubs
Girl you aint for me
You just want me because im up
Dont wanna hurt you
But baby I had enough
Of all this fussing
About the other bitches I f*ck
In im so tired of all these people acting like they'll really ride for me
But i wont take the chance with someone else
Thats how it gotta be
You changed the password on your phone
You thought that it a get to me
But if i forget about you
(Bitch)
You still gon remember me
Cuz bitch i been the shit since i was 6
Here me out
Aint want me back when i was broke
So money all you care about
Was breaking bread with snakes so when I get it
I don't share it now
They still hit my phone but they don't get it
Can't hang around me now
Smoking white runtz I got it flexed up in a russian cream
Remember we was stuck was 3 of us breaking a half of p
Came a long way from smoking games in flipping halfs of weed
You do what you do
You better not let it get back to me
Woah woah
Henny got me slow-mo
Shorty if I f*ck you can you keep it on the down low
Check me out im O.T
You know I got them bands on
Groupie say she know me
But I never met her
Busy im getting the cheddar
Been working im getting better
Cant take it no more im fed up
Double cup pour that red up
(Yeah)
All alone had to step up
Trappin to get my racks up
Keep it on me
Better back up
I gotta
Whole lotta
Shit stressing me out
Girl I love you
But don't think that it working out
But i'll still f*ck you
If u need me just hit me up
But I cant cuff you
Its to many bitches I love
Im getting money
Stow the blues in go blow the dubs
Girl you aint for me
You just want me because im up
Dont wanna hurt you
But baby i had enough
Of all this fussing about all the other bitches I f*ck
Whole lotta
Shit stressing me out
Girl I love you
But don't think that its working out
But i'll still f*ck you
If u need me just hit me up
But I cant cuff you
Its to many bitches I love
I was thuggin in the crib
Hopped off the porch in start getting some bread
Aint nobody give me nothing
I got it all on my own
Shorty get outta my phone
These hoe's dont leave me alone
(No)
She said her nigga a bozo
But after I hit shorty go home
Drinking Dusse on some different shit
Yall know im a henny boy
But im liking Dusse with every sip
Don't think I should drink some more
I brung a bag to the stash house
Dont wanna talk bitch im rapped out
Check me out im getting cash now
They used to look at me laugh now
Everybody wanna chill with me
They wanna come eat a meal with me
Look at me bitch im a boss now
I used to be in the little league
I bubbled up off a pound of weed
Now i be selling 10 pounds a week
Im smoking london pound cake
Fontu with the raw papes
My gang my brothas in we all paid
My shoes italian we been off jays
They dont want me here so they all hate
Don't f*ck with me in that's for your sake
You know what im bringing on tour
A Drake
Please don't say you love me
If you don't mean it
You say that you really f*ck with me
But what's the reason
Loved a bitch and she switched up on me
Couldn't believe it
Allergic to these niggas company it got me sneezing
I gotta
Whole lotta shit stressing me out
Girl I love you
But dont think that its working out
But ill still f*ck you
If you need me just hit me up
But i cant cuff you
Its to many bitches I love
Im gettin money
Stow the blues in go blow the dubs
Girl you aint for me
You just want me because im up
Dont wanna hurt you
But baby I had enough
Of all this fussing
About the other bitches I f*ck
In im so tired of all these people acting like they'll really ride for me
But i wont take the chance with someone else
Thats how it gotta be
You changed the password on your phone
You thought that it a get to me
But if i forget about you
(Bitch)
You still gon remember me
Cuz bitch i been the shit since i was 6
Here me out
Aint want me back when i was broke
So money all you care about
Was breaking bread with snakes so when I get it
I don't share it now
They still hit my phone but they don't get it
Can't hang around me now
Smoking white runtz I got it flexed up in a russian cream
Remember we was stuck was 3 of us breaking a half of p
Came a long way from smoking games in flipping halfs of weed
You do what you do
You better not let it get back to me
Woah woah
Henny got me slow-mo
Shorty if I f*ck you can you keep it on the down low
Check me out im O.T
You know I got them bands on
Groupie say she know me
But I never met her
Busy im getting the cheddar
Been working im getting better
Cant take it no more im fed up
Double cup pour that red up
(Yeah)
All alone had to step up
Trappin to get my racks up
Keep it on me
Better back up
I gotta
Whole lotta
Shit stressing me out
Girl I love you
But don't think that it working out
But i'll still f*ck you
If u need me just hit me up
But I cant cuff you
Its to many bitches I love
Im getting money
Stow the blues in go blow the dubs
Girl you aint for me
You just want me because im up
Dont wanna hurt you
But baby i had enough
Of all this fussing about all the other bitches I f*ck
Writer: Terron Doswell Jr.
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid