Ain't got no pape these niggas backwards but out here tryna f*ck these hoes
I get in my feelings I might just crash can't give my heart to not a ho
I know a nigga with a gun that do not shoot but tote to show
I hate a bitch that be outside postin on the gram how she always smoke
I been out the way stackin' my loot can't get my heart to play like kahoo
F*cked the one she told her friends how good it was now they want to
Go get some money get off that blade could trap a stack so many ways
Bitches fought I cannot save my heart got torn it can't be saved
My heart is torn it can't be saved these hoes they wanna f*ck on bro
30 shell stuffed in a clip you come through here I let it go
Don't try to f*ck on bro when I come back home and these bitches is slow
Niggas Instagram killers come through here and they won't know
How the f*ck you don't got no chicken but you worry about the hoes
Worry about these bitches with no cheese man that shit is not cool
I get them vibes I up my flame and squeeze I might not let it loop
Want some thrax then hit my phone these hoes so grimy
Hand this bitch with a lick keep blowin' up her phone
I get in my feelings I grab a four throw it at a pop I'm in my zone
I cuff the run and my heart is crushed I told that bitch don't hit my phone
Nigga told that bitch don't hit my phone
Big ass GLOCK I get my pants I ain't aimin' for legs I'm aimin' for domes
Niggas better not get in this V you ain't tryna slide take your ass back home
Nigga if I touch some cheese I'm breakin' my mans off what the f*ck is you on
I used to f*ck with the scams but I f*ck with the grabs made a couple hundred off my phone
I used to f*ck with the hoes now I'm stackin' my pros the little niggas leave me alone
I used to f*ck with the hoes now I'm stackin' my boss tryna make a hundred off the lows
And I'm high shoot 50 and go grab me some peas man you know that's another low
But niggas don't know I was just at that car store tryna leave me alone
Tryna take me a pole if a nigga tryna touch me I know Jay gon' blow
Niggas only tough on social sites come through that city bite
Won't let no nigga treat me on my spot before I do I'll take his life
rezzychasin - cant be saved (feat. teegetphones & jaysmackbins) Lyrics
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Ain't got no pape these niggas backwards but out here tryna f*ck these hoes
I get in my feelings I might just crash can't give my heart to not a ho
I know a nigga with a gun that do not shoot but tote to show
I hate a bitch that be outside postin on the gram how she always smoke
I been out the way stackin' my loot can't get my heart to play like kahoo
F*cked the one she told her friends how good it was now they want to
Go get some money get off that blade could trap a stack so many ways
Bitches fought I cannot save my heart got torn it can't be saved
My heart is torn it can't be saved these hoes they wanna f*ck on bro
30 shell stuffed in a clip you come through here I let it go
Don't try to f*ck on bro when I come back home and these bitches is slow
Niggas Instagram killers come through here and they won't know
How the f*ck you don't got no chicken but you worry about the hoes
Worry about these bitches with no cheese man that shit is not cool
I get them vibes I up my flame and squeeze I might not let it loop
Want some thrax then hit my phone these hoes so grimy
Hand this bitch with a lick keep blowin' up her phone
I get in my feelings I grab a four throw it at a pop I'm in my zone
I cuff the run and my heart is crushed I told that bitch don't hit my phone
Nigga told that bitch don't hit my phone
Big ass GLOCK I get my pants I ain't aimin' for legs I'm aimin' for domes
Niggas better not get in this V you ain't tryna slide take your ass back home
Nigga if I touch some cheese I'm breakin' my mans off what the f*ck is you on
I used to f*ck with the scams but I f*ck with the grabs made a couple hundred off my phone
I used to f*ck with the hoes now I'm stackin' my pros the little niggas leave me alone
I used to f*ck with the hoes now I'm stackin' my boss tryna make a hundred off the lows
And I'm high shoot 50 and go grab me some peas man you know that's another low
But niggas don't know I was just at that car store tryna leave me alone
Tryna take me a pole if a nigga tryna touch me I know Jay gon' blow
Niggas only tough on social sites come through that city bite
Won't let no nigga treat me on my spot before I do I'll take his life
I get in my feelings I might just crash can't give my heart to not a ho
I know a nigga with a gun that do not shoot but tote to show
I hate a bitch that be outside postin on the gram how she always smoke
I been out the way stackin' my loot can't get my heart to play like kahoo
F*cked the one she told her friends how good it was now they want to
Go get some money get off that blade could trap a stack so many ways
Bitches fought I cannot save my heart got torn it can't be saved
My heart is torn it can't be saved these hoes they wanna f*ck on bro
30 shell stuffed in a clip you come through here I let it go
Don't try to f*ck on bro when I come back home and these bitches is slow
Niggas Instagram killers come through here and they won't know
How the f*ck you don't got no chicken but you worry about the hoes
Worry about these bitches with no cheese man that shit is not cool
I get them vibes I up my flame and squeeze I might not let it loop
Want some thrax then hit my phone these hoes so grimy
Hand this bitch with a lick keep blowin' up her phone
I get in my feelings I grab a four throw it at a pop I'm in my zone
I cuff the run and my heart is crushed I told that bitch don't hit my phone
Nigga told that bitch don't hit my phone
Big ass GLOCK I get my pants I ain't aimin' for legs I'm aimin' for domes
Niggas better not get in this V you ain't tryna slide take your ass back home
Nigga if I touch some cheese I'm breakin' my mans off what the f*ck is you on
I used to f*ck with the scams but I f*ck with the grabs made a couple hundred off my phone
I used to f*ck with the hoes now I'm stackin' my pros the little niggas leave me alone
I used to f*ck with the hoes now I'm stackin' my boss tryna make a hundred off the lows
And I'm high shoot 50 and go grab me some peas man you know that's another low
But niggas don't know I was just at that car store tryna leave me alone
Tryna take me a pole if a nigga tryna touch me I know Jay gon' blow
Niggas only tough on social sites come through that city bite
Won't let no nigga treat me on my spot before I do I'll take his life
Writer: rezzy chasin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid