Ridin' through the hood, high so my eyes low but I can never slip on all this business
That I'm standing on
Pain in my heart, I got a cup full of drank
We got a room full of bitches and a blunt full of dank
Everybody around me don't give a f*ck what you think
I like to spend my free time smoking weed, getting paid
And I do the same routine every single day Coming up in the shit make you a certain kind of way
Am I good dog, am I ballin'
Why you thinking bout me
Why you stalling
You should be chasing after paper going all in But your hating ass rather make problems
Are we vibin', am I just right
On the real girl, I just want it one night
And she real fine, but I don't trust her
Cause I heard that she f*cking with them busters
I f*ck her real good but I don't love her
And y'all would kill me if you could, I don't give a f*ck bruh
And y'all can run up if you want, I ain't tryna scrap dawg
I got a 380 in my back pocket
Remember pulling chronic sacks out my damn locker
And y'all ain't really done shit, you just like to talk it
Mad at me, I get it easy while you try your hardest
F*ck with me or don't, I get mine regardless
Ridin' through the hood, high so my eyes low. But I can never slip on all this business that I'm standing on
Pain in my heart, I gotta cup full of drank
We got a room full of bitches and a blunt full of dank
Everybody around me don't give a f*ck what you think
I like to spend my free time smoking weed getting paid
And I do the same routine every single day
Coming up in the shit make you a certain kind of way
Am I good dog, am I ballin'
Why you thinking bout me
Why you stalling
You should be chasing after paper going all in But your hating ass rather make problems
Are we vibin', am I just right
On the real girl, I just want it one night
And she real fine, but I don't trust her
Cause I heard that she f*cking with them busters
I f*ck her real good but I don't love her
And y'all would kill me if you could, I don't give a f*ck bruh
And y'all can run up if you want, I ain't tryna scrap dawg
I got a 380 in my back pocket
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Ridin' through the hood, high so my eyes low but I can never slip on all this business
That I'm standing on
Pain in my heart, I got a cup full of drank
We got a room full of bitches and a blunt full of dank
Everybody around me don't give a f*ck what you think
I like to spend my free time smoking weed, getting paid
And I do the same routine every single day Coming up in the shit make you a certain kind of way
Am I good dog, am I ballin'
Why you thinking bout me
Why you stalling
You should be chasing after paper going all in But your hating ass rather make problems
Are we vibin', am I just right
On the real girl, I just want it one night
And she real fine, but I don't trust her
Cause I heard that she f*cking with them busters
I f*ck her real good but I don't love her
And y'all would kill me if you could, I don't give a f*ck bruh
And y'all can run up if you want, I ain't tryna scrap dawg
I got a 380 in my back pocket
Remember pulling chronic sacks out my damn locker
And y'all ain't really done shit, you just like to talk it
Mad at me, I get it easy while you try your hardest
F*ck with me or don't, I get mine regardless
Ridin' through the hood, high so my eyes low. But I can never slip on all this business that I'm standing on
Pain in my heart, I gotta cup full of drank
We got a room full of bitches and a blunt full of dank
Everybody around me don't give a f*ck what you think
I like to spend my free time smoking weed getting paid
And I do the same routine every single day
Coming up in the shit make you a certain kind of way
Am I good dog, am I ballin'
Why you thinking bout me
Why you stalling
You should be chasing after paper going all in But your hating ass rather make problems
Are we vibin', am I just right
On the real girl, I just want it one night
And she real fine, but I don't trust her
Cause I heard that she f*cking with them busters
I f*ck her real good but I don't love her
And y'all would kill me if you could, I don't give a f*ck bruh
And y'all can run up if you want, I ain't tryna scrap dawg
I got a 380 in my back pocket
That I'm standing on
Pain in my heart, I got a cup full of drank
We got a room full of bitches and a blunt full of dank
Everybody around me don't give a f*ck what you think
I like to spend my free time smoking weed, getting paid
And I do the same routine every single day Coming up in the shit make you a certain kind of way
Am I good dog, am I ballin'
Why you thinking bout me
Why you stalling
You should be chasing after paper going all in But your hating ass rather make problems
Are we vibin', am I just right
On the real girl, I just want it one night
And she real fine, but I don't trust her
Cause I heard that she f*cking with them busters
I f*ck her real good but I don't love her
And y'all would kill me if you could, I don't give a f*ck bruh
And y'all can run up if you want, I ain't tryna scrap dawg
I got a 380 in my back pocket
Remember pulling chronic sacks out my damn locker
And y'all ain't really done shit, you just like to talk it
Mad at me, I get it easy while you try your hardest
F*ck with me or don't, I get mine regardless
Ridin' through the hood, high so my eyes low. But I can never slip on all this business that I'm standing on
Pain in my heart, I gotta cup full of drank
We got a room full of bitches and a blunt full of dank
Everybody around me don't give a f*ck what you think
I like to spend my free time smoking weed getting paid
And I do the same routine every single day
Coming up in the shit make you a certain kind of way
Am I good dog, am I ballin'
Why you thinking bout me
Why you stalling
You should be chasing after paper going all in But your hating ass rather make problems
Are we vibin', am I just right
On the real girl, I just want it one night
And she real fine, but I don't trust her
Cause I heard that she f*cking with them busters
I f*ck her real good but I don't love her
And y'all would kill me if you could, I don't give a f*ck bruh
And y'all can run up if you want, I ain't tryna scrap dawg
I got a 380 in my back pocket
Writer: Desi Montoya
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