(Whoa-oh, Yeah-ah, Whoa-oh-oh)
(Whoa, Whoa, Whoa)
(Yeah-ah, Uh-Ah)
(Uhh- Uh- Uh)
I just been lookin at the stars, Oh god
My heart so cold that shit won't thaw
I put all my feelings inside of that raw
I been smoking that 'za, that boy smoking a pod
Did this shit by myself, I ain't never been taught
Been spending the racks, I don't know what I bought
They know I'm the shit, I don't know what you thought
That little boy, he a sheep he a bot
I cannot lie I been lost
Too dripped up, Bitches get lost in my sauce
Just pour me a deuce in my muf*ckin' Voss
We throwin' the pack like a muf*ckin' toss
And it only take one call to get you knocked off
I been learning that all of these pussies gon' talk
Red bottom my feet, and that's how I'm gon' walk
I'm f*ckin' that bitch and that bitch she got wap
Too sauced up
I'm swervin' off to a new destination
My brudda on gang shit, you is on lame shit
Laugh to the bank, Chief Keef, bang bang shit
Pussy ass boy in my DM's for placement
Ha-ha-ha, you suck
I been up on my own damn time, I could not give a f*ck
I been up in the stu' and I been cookin' up
Pray to the sky, I jus' been lookin' up
Never got why they fake me, hate me, snake me
All of these bitches wan' date me
Know me a couple of bitches wan' rape me
Me and the bruddas in Paris, No Jay-Z
Bitch you been lied to, bitch keep hating
Not talkin' bout Ed Sheeran, I'm on the A-team
All of the memories, they never fading
It's on the back of my mind, like Rosa
Hop in the Cat not talm' bout Doja
Talk bout Stik, lil bitch I told ya
I been on my shit like bitch I been 'posed to
Why you hit my phone, lil bitch I don't know you?
Too f*cked up when I walk in the club, like whoa
If you run up on gang you get hit with that pole
I ain't got me no tissues, I'm wiping his nose
Next time don't put me in no f*ckin' post
I got tired of the Bentley, I went to the Rolls
That lil nasty bitch stripping at the f*ckin' Rose
Time it been passing me by
And this shit gettin' real I been feeling too old
And I'm never gon' need me no pen or no paper
But I meet up with yo' bitch and murder she wrote
I can even f*ck that bitch on the flo'
They ain't know I could spit
They ain't know I could flow
I'm talking IT, bitch I float
Rollin' exotic, I'm taking a toke
Got checks but I'm not talking Nike, lil hoe
Lil bitch, you know that's how it go
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(Whoa-oh, Yeah-ah, Whoa-oh-oh)
(Whoa, Whoa, Whoa)
(Yeah-ah, Uh-Ah)
(Uhh- Uh- Uh)
I just been lookin at the stars, Oh god
My heart so cold that shit won't thaw
I put all my feelings inside of that raw
I been smoking that 'za, that boy smoking a pod
Did this shit by myself, I ain't never been taught
Been spending the racks, I don't know what I bought
They know I'm the shit, I don't know what you thought
That little boy, he a sheep he a bot
I cannot lie I been lost
Too dripped up, Bitches get lost in my sauce
Just pour me a deuce in my muf*ckin' Voss
We throwin' the pack like a muf*ckin' toss
And it only take one call to get you knocked off
I been learning that all of these pussies gon' talk
Red bottom my feet, and that's how I'm gon' walk
I'm f*ckin' that bitch and that bitch she got wap
Too sauced up
I'm swervin' off to a new destination
My brudda on gang shit, you is on lame shit
Laugh to the bank, Chief Keef, bang bang shit
Pussy ass boy in my DM's for placement
Ha-ha-ha, you suck
I been up on my own damn time, I could not give a f*ck
I been up in the stu' and I been cookin' up
Pray to the sky, I jus' been lookin' up
Never got why they fake me, hate me, snake me
All of these bitches wan' date me
Know me a couple of bitches wan' rape me
Me and the bruddas in Paris, No Jay-Z
Bitch you been lied to, bitch keep hating
Not talkin' bout Ed Sheeran, I'm on the A-team
All of the memories, they never fading
It's on the back of my mind, like Rosa
Hop in the Cat not talm' bout Doja
Talk bout Stik, lil bitch I told ya
I been on my shit like bitch I been 'posed to
Why you hit my phone, lil bitch I don't know you?
Too f*cked up when I walk in the club, like whoa
If you run up on gang you get hit with that pole
I ain't got me no tissues, I'm wiping his nose
Next time don't put me in no f*ckin' post
I got tired of the Bentley, I went to the Rolls
That lil nasty bitch stripping at the f*ckin' Rose
Time it been passing me by
And this shit gettin' real I been feeling too old
And I'm never gon' need me no pen or no paper
But I meet up with yo' bitch and murder she wrote
I can even f*ck that bitch on the flo'
They ain't know I could spit
They ain't know I could flow
I'm talking IT, bitch I float
Rollin' exotic, I'm taking a toke
Got checks but I'm not talking Nike, lil hoe
Lil bitch, you know that's how it go
(Whoa, Whoa, Whoa)
(Yeah-ah, Uh-Ah)
(Uhh- Uh- Uh)
I just been lookin at the stars, Oh god
My heart so cold that shit won't thaw
I put all my feelings inside of that raw
I been smoking that 'za, that boy smoking a pod
Did this shit by myself, I ain't never been taught
Been spending the racks, I don't know what I bought
They know I'm the shit, I don't know what you thought
That little boy, he a sheep he a bot
I cannot lie I been lost
Too dripped up, Bitches get lost in my sauce
Just pour me a deuce in my muf*ckin' Voss
We throwin' the pack like a muf*ckin' toss
And it only take one call to get you knocked off
I been learning that all of these pussies gon' talk
Red bottom my feet, and that's how I'm gon' walk
I'm f*ckin' that bitch and that bitch she got wap
Too sauced up
I'm swervin' off to a new destination
My brudda on gang shit, you is on lame shit
Laugh to the bank, Chief Keef, bang bang shit
Pussy ass boy in my DM's for placement
Ha-ha-ha, you suck
I been up on my own damn time, I could not give a f*ck
I been up in the stu' and I been cookin' up
Pray to the sky, I jus' been lookin' up
Never got why they fake me, hate me, snake me
All of these bitches wan' date me
Know me a couple of bitches wan' rape me
Me and the bruddas in Paris, No Jay-Z
Bitch you been lied to, bitch keep hating
Not talkin' bout Ed Sheeran, I'm on the A-team
All of the memories, they never fading
It's on the back of my mind, like Rosa
Hop in the Cat not talm' bout Doja
Talk bout Stik, lil bitch I told ya
I been on my shit like bitch I been 'posed to
Why you hit my phone, lil bitch I don't know you?
Too f*cked up when I walk in the club, like whoa
If you run up on gang you get hit with that pole
I ain't got me no tissues, I'm wiping his nose
Next time don't put me in no f*ckin' post
I got tired of the Bentley, I went to the Rolls
That lil nasty bitch stripping at the f*ckin' Rose
Time it been passing me by
And this shit gettin' real I been feeling too old
And I'm never gon' need me no pen or no paper
But I meet up with yo' bitch and murder she wrote
I can even f*ck that bitch on the flo'
They ain't know I could spit
They ain't know I could flow
I'm talking IT, bitch I float
Rollin' exotic, I'm taking a toke
Got checks but I'm not talking Nike, lil hoe
Lil bitch, you know that's how it go
Writer: Landen Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Peermusic Publishing