Dark night, self hate in my gut
I tend to drown so I cant just face one
Still got OCD, I count my hundreds face up
And I'm still waiting for my bitch
She bring some woods her face f*cked
I do not front for no camera
One sitting and they couldn't stand us
They pay for the shit that I hand 'em
And then I just turn to a phantom
I don't pull up in a phantom
I walk up I serve then I walk away
You throw 'em? It counts if you land 'em
Good hook in your shot but it's not today
So much loss, what's the cost of my life bitch?
I just roll my wood
Now she on me, that's a vice grip
Vice city might just move it out to Cali
When this shit turn 5
Grand theft, I'm astounding
Who you know saying and do the most?
Tried changing the playbook like you the coach
But really been riding the bench
Not to mention you riding my dick
Don't involve me if it ain't a shift
I create then take it and flip
You calling it sales for a profit
I'm calling it saving a gift
Motivated cuz now I got no one
They had to jump ship cuz the tides were too wavy
She putting me on and my Trojan
I'm making shit crack like the governments baby
Drop a leak till the government kill me
I'm telling the truth and it's filthy
I'm giving these Grams for the low
But I'm still serving hands and they still free
Catch 'em if you really want it
I'm moving up
They hate but don't do enough
You busy just talking bout bitches
These bitches don't want you
Ain't Shit you could do wit us
You talking bout love but you losing us
These bitches the only thing you would trust
But ain't pay attention to facts
Got my blade so f*ck keeping that Ruger tucked
Leaking blood is what I'm gon' do too cuz
I just give a sample they looping us
You talking that positive energy
Like you was profound
And that shit isn't new to us
I'm talking my shit cuz I earned it
From Yeezy and Dre where I learned it
You paying a tithe just to worship
She surf on my tide and it's perfect
Revolution televised with the chrome I
Get no help so we do it on our own
Lit my blizz now she wanna call my phone
Bitch I'm out doing dirt & my ounces not at home
Revolution televised with the chrome I
Get no help so we do it on our own
Lit my blizz now she wanna call my phone
Bitch I'm out doing dirt & my ounces not at home
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Dark night, self hate in my gut
I tend to drown so I cant just face one
Still got OCD, I count my hundreds face up
And I'm still waiting for my bitch
She bring some woods her face f*cked
I do not front for no camera
One sitting and they couldn't stand us
They pay for the shit that I hand 'em
And then I just turn to a phantom
I don't pull up in a phantom
I walk up I serve then I walk away
You throw 'em? It counts if you land 'em
Good hook in your shot but it's not today
So much loss, what's the cost of my life bitch?
I just roll my wood
Now she on me, that's a vice grip
Vice city might just move it out to Cali
When this shit turn 5
Grand theft, I'm astounding
Who you know saying and do the most?
Tried changing the playbook like you the coach
But really been riding the bench
Not to mention you riding my dick
Don't involve me if it ain't a shift
I create then take it and flip
You calling it sales for a profit
I'm calling it saving a gift
Motivated cuz now I got no one
They had to jump ship cuz the tides were too wavy
She putting me on and my Trojan
I'm making shit crack like the governments baby
Drop a leak till the government kill me
I'm telling the truth and it's filthy
I'm giving these Grams for the low
But I'm still serving hands and they still free
Catch 'em if you really want it
I'm moving up
They hate but don't do enough
You busy just talking bout bitches
These bitches don't want you
Ain't Shit you could do wit us
You talking bout love but you losing us
These bitches the only thing you would trust
But ain't pay attention to facts
Got my blade so f*ck keeping that Ruger tucked
Leaking blood is what I'm gon' do too cuz
I just give a sample they looping us
You talking that positive energy
Like you was profound
And that shit isn't new to us
I'm talking my shit cuz I earned it
From Yeezy and Dre where I learned it
You paying a tithe just to worship
She surf on my tide and it's perfect
Revolution televised with the chrome I
Get no help so we do it on our own
Lit my blizz now she wanna call my phone
Bitch I'm out doing dirt & my ounces not at home
Revolution televised with the chrome I
Get no help so we do it on our own
Lit my blizz now she wanna call my phone
Bitch I'm out doing dirt & my ounces not at home
I tend to drown so I cant just face one
Still got OCD, I count my hundreds face up
And I'm still waiting for my bitch
She bring some woods her face f*cked
I do not front for no camera
One sitting and they couldn't stand us
They pay for the shit that I hand 'em
And then I just turn to a phantom
I don't pull up in a phantom
I walk up I serve then I walk away
You throw 'em? It counts if you land 'em
Good hook in your shot but it's not today
So much loss, what's the cost of my life bitch?
I just roll my wood
Now she on me, that's a vice grip
Vice city might just move it out to Cali
When this shit turn 5
Grand theft, I'm astounding
Who you know saying and do the most?
Tried changing the playbook like you the coach
But really been riding the bench
Not to mention you riding my dick
Don't involve me if it ain't a shift
I create then take it and flip
You calling it sales for a profit
I'm calling it saving a gift
Motivated cuz now I got no one
They had to jump ship cuz the tides were too wavy
She putting me on and my Trojan
I'm making shit crack like the governments baby
Drop a leak till the government kill me
I'm telling the truth and it's filthy
I'm giving these Grams for the low
But I'm still serving hands and they still free
Catch 'em if you really want it
I'm moving up
They hate but don't do enough
You busy just talking bout bitches
These bitches don't want you
Ain't Shit you could do wit us
You talking bout love but you losing us
These bitches the only thing you would trust
But ain't pay attention to facts
Got my blade so f*ck keeping that Ruger tucked
Leaking blood is what I'm gon' do too cuz
I just give a sample they looping us
You talking that positive energy
Like you was profound
And that shit isn't new to us
I'm talking my shit cuz I earned it
From Yeezy and Dre where I learned it
You paying a tithe just to worship
She surf on my tide and it's perfect
Revolution televised with the chrome I
Get no help so we do it on our own
Lit my blizz now she wanna call my phone
Bitch I'm out doing dirt & my ounces not at home
Revolution televised with the chrome I
Get no help so we do it on our own
Lit my blizz now she wanna call my phone
Bitch I'm out doing dirt & my ounces not at home
Writer: Dylan Webb, Trevor Shores
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid