Lay you down, give you Rod cuz I'm too wavy
White chucks, step out new black Mercedes
F*ck the hoes, they just flocking for a mixed baby
Bought a fit off of blood, now I'm looking brazy
They don't wanna God, they just want a new savior
Oh my god take this hoe, you know I won't save her
It ain't simple, shit is deep, it got several layers
I got shooters in the dark, they don't need no lasers
Laying back, smoking blunts on the drive out
To the top, fake friends, where they at now?
Being single taught me shit you can't buy now
Trust is earned through respect, you gon learn now
F*ck your crew, f*ck yo mama, f*ck your posse
Indecisive girls really lying, say they bossy
On path fighting demons, and this road getting Rocky
Heaven gates to the lord, and I hope he hear me knocking
I promise, I'm shooting to the top like a rocket
Problems match the hunnids that I keep inside my pocket
You hoes claim you smart, why tf you drop out college?
The brain my girl giving is concussion to my knowledge, I promise
Lay you down, give you Rod cuz I'm too wavy
White chucks, step out new black Mercedes
F*ck the hoes, they just flocking for a mixed baby
Bought a fit off of blood, now I'm looking brazy
I'm on that time despite the timing, liquor got me wylin'
Jewelry on me got me drowning, wetter than a island
Her boyfriend hate me cuz his girlie keep on batting eyelids
You can have her, she got mileage more than what I'm driving
Get off my dick, you jacking styles, pussy I get violent
I'm pulling triggers, leave you lyin' if we catch you typing
My Glock a dog down to bark, bullets got you biting
Got the pillow, leave you silent, kill you in the silence
I'm off the killers now, syrup got me lying weird
I'm off the henny brown, honey blunt make things clear
I ain't blunt, I'm just honest, maybe sincere
My shirt be clean but there's blood on top my sinclairs
Don't know shit where I'm from, you ain't been there
Eight degrees in The Hillz, but I'm hot here
I grab my, make it, make ya mom tear
Smoking heavy then I blow into thin air
Putain filles, why they calling mua?
Here's a loan, he'll be back, we the mafia
F*ck the fame, I can't slang if I'm popular
I solicit crack rock like I'm Madara pussy
Bombaclat, twist your top like a dread
Counting blues but the strips turning red
From the fights that have made my hands bled, yeah
What's the point of the cash if we dead?
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Lay you down, give you Rod cuz I'm too wavy
White chucks, step out new black Mercedes
F*ck the hoes, they just flocking for a mixed baby
Bought a fit off of blood, now I'm looking brazy
They don't wanna God, they just want a new savior
Oh my god take this hoe, you know I won't save her
It ain't simple, shit is deep, it got several layers
I got shooters in the dark, they don't need no lasers
Laying back, smoking blunts on the drive out
To the top, fake friends, where they at now?
Being single taught me shit you can't buy now
Trust is earned through respect, you gon learn now
F*ck your crew, f*ck yo mama, f*ck your posse
Indecisive girls really lying, say they bossy
On path fighting demons, and this road getting Rocky
Heaven gates to the lord, and I hope he hear me knocking
I promise, I'm shooting to the top like a rocket
Problems match the hunnids that I keep inside my pocket
You hoes claim you smart, why tf you drop out college?
The brain my girl giving is concussion to my knowledge, I promise
Lay you down, give you Rod cuz I'm too wavy
White chucks, step out new black Mercedes
F*ck the hoes, they just flocking for a mixed baby
Bought a fit off of blood, now I'm looking brazy
I'm on that time despite the timing, liquor got me wylin'
Jewelry on me got me drowning, wetter than a island
Her boyfriend hate me cuz his girlie keep on batting eyelids
You can have her, she got mileage more than what I'm driving
Get off my dick, you jacking styles, pussy I get violent
I'm pulling triggers, leave you lyin' if we catch you typing
My Glock a dog down to bark, bullets got you biting
Got the pillow, leave you silent, kill you in the silence
I'm off the killers now, syrup got me lying weird
I'm off the henny brown, honey blunt make things clear
I ain't blunt, I'm just honest, maybe sincere
My shirt be clean but there's blood on top my sinclairs
Don't know shit where I'm from, you ain't been there
Eight degrees in The Hillz, but I'm hot here
I grab my, make it, make ya mom tear
Smoking heavy then I blow into thin air
Putain filles, why they calling mua?
Here's a loan, he'll be back, we the mafia
F*ck the fame, I can't slang if I'm popular
I solicit crack rock like I'm Madara pussy
Bombaclat, twist your top like a dread
Counting blues but the strips turning red
From the fights that have made my hands bled, yeah
What's the point of the cash if we dead?
White chucks, step out new black Mercedes
F*ck the hoes, they just flocking for a mixed baby
Bought a fit off of blood, now I'm looking brazy
They don't wanna God, they just want a new savior
Oh my god take this hoe, you know I won't save her
It ain't simple, shit is deep, it got several layers
I got shooters in the dark, they don't need no lasers
Laying back, smoking blunts on the drive out
To the top, fake friends, where they at now?
Being single taught me shit you can't buy now
Trust is earned through respect, you gon learn now
F*ck your crew, f*ck yo mama, f*ck your posse
Indecisive girls really lying, say they bossy
On path fighting demons, and this road getting Rocky
Heaven gates to the lord, and I hope he hear me knocking
I promise, I'm shooting to the top like a rocket
Problems match the hunnids that I keep inside my pocket
You hoes claim you smart, why tf you drop out college?
The brain my girl giving is concussion to my knowledge, I promise
Lay you down, give you Rod cuz I'm too wavy
White chucks, step out new black Mercedes
F*ck the hoes, they just flocking for a mixed baby
Bought a fit off of blood, now I'm looking brazy
I'm on that time despite the timing, liquor got me wylin'
Jewelry on me got me drowning, wetter than a island
Her boyfriend hate me cuz his girlie keep on batting eyelids
You can have her, she got mileage more than what I'm driving
Get off my dick, you jacking styles, pussy I get violent
I'm pulling triggers, leave you lyin' if we catch you typing
My Glock a dog down to bark, bullets got you biting
Got the pillow, leave you silent, kill you in the silence
I'm off the killers now, syrup got me lying weird
I'm off the henny brown, honey blunt make things clear
I ain't blunt, I'm just honest, maybe sincere
My shirt be clean but there's blood on top my sinclairs
Don't know shit where I'm from, you ain't been there
Eight degrees in The Hillz, but I'm hot here
I grab my, make it, make ya mom tear
Smoking heavy then I blow into thin air
Putain filles, why they calling mua?
Here's a loan, he'll be back, we the mafia
F*ck the fame, I can't slang if I'm popular
I solicit crack rock like I'm Madara pussy
Bombaclat, twist your top like a dread
Counting blues but the strips turning red
From the fights that have made my hands bled, yeah
What's the point of the cash if we dead?
Writer: Kobe Nagahisa
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid