Yeah man, you know what the f*ck I'm livin
All I know is that I ain't sleepin
Ain't sleepin
Robbed that boy for paint
He got slime for that drink
Know I bang for Pete
Got some twins, that's not a treat
Know he not like that
Behind the bars, they takin' treats
I can't go for shit
Got that bitch scrapped on my waist
I ain't tryna f*ck lil' baby
I just want the face
Lil' twin just caught a heart
Roll him up, he get fake
Tryna catch a two for two
Walk down with his drink
Hit a lick, that shit went smooth
Get baked like a cake
Put up shootin' 72's
He got out the way
Clutchin' all that 22's
Boy, put that away
Hop out, know I'm with my bro
We gon' eat your plate
Stay lil' trippin', slimy dude
He just like a snake
Hit a lick, go with my moves
Bet I'll make it shake
Know I'm clutchin' big boy too
Tryna make it quake
Say, I guess I f*cked up his mental
Got fake shots, say he tried to deal
Cause shit, I'm bad
The drink gon' kiss him
Got put in the bag
The switch just missed him
Shit, I'm bad
The family'll miss him
Catch him at the light, do his act like pop
Nigga tried to run, hit his leg, he drop
Zay's on the block, all day rollin' his rocks
Don't try to spin, boy, you'll get popped
Clutchin' on bleak, ain't comin' to box
Double my count, now I'm sippin' on lock
Lil' bro Sipe might shoot at the cops
Hit for a V-spin through our block
Ain't got a drop, bring a twin, get humbled
Half-swifted, try to run, hit the block
H-E stand on business
My whole gang shoot shit on feet
Nigga, we pop out the crib
Make our niggas beat they feet quicker
He ain't never shot no bleep
Never had a heat
Nigga, he know not to come outside
Know them blizzards creep
Nigga, they know not to spin his wave
One way, yeah, we hit your face
Commit that crime, I do that time
If you ain't game, then you get fazed
He thuggin', I'm straight, show them shades
Ran off on plug, get whacked, he playin
Might shoot him, see him, then talk and play
Get in that field, gon' catch a case
Sick
Free the church, nigga
Free glizzop
Free hiding, free brazen
You know the f*ck blazin
You know how the Met line shit, nigga
TripBlazin45 - My waist Lyrics
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Yeah man, you know what the f*ck I'm livin
All I know is that I ain't sleepin
Ain't sleepin
Robbed that boy for paint
He got slime for that drink
Know I bang for Pete
Got some twins, that's not a treat
Know he not like that
Behind the bars, they takin' treats
I can't go for shit
Got that bitch scrapped on my waist
I ain't tryna f*ck lil' baby
I just want the face
Lil' twin just caught a heart
Roll him up, he get fake
Tryna catch a two for two
Walk down with his drink
Hit a lick, that shit went smooth
Get baked like a cake
Put up shootin' 72's
He got out the way
Clutchin' all that 22's
Boy, put that away
Hop out, know I'm with my bro
We gon' eat your plate
Stay lil' trippin', slimy dude
He just like a snake
Hit a lick, go with my moves
Bet I'll make it shake
Know I'm clutchin' big boy too
Tryna make it quake
Say, I guess I f*cked up his mental
Got fake shots, say he tried to deal
Cause shit, I'm bad
The drink gon' kiss him
Got put in the bag
The switch just missed him
Shit, I'm bad
The family'll miss him
Catch him at the light, do his act like pop
Nigga tried to run, hit his leg, he drop
Zay's on the block, all day rollin' his rocks
Don't try to spin, boy, you'll get popped
Clutchin' on bleak, ain't comin' to box
Double my count, now I'm sippin' on lock
Lil' bro Sipe might shoot at the cops
Hit for a V-spin through our block
Ain't got a drop, bring a twin, get humbled
Half-swifted, try to run, hit the block
H-E stand on business
My whole gang shoot shit on feet
Nigga, we pop out the crib
Make our niggas beat they feet quicker
He ain't never shot no bleep
Never had a heat
Nigga, he know not to come outside
Know them blizzards creep
Nigga, they know not to spin his wave
One way, yeah, we hit your face
Commit that crime, I do that time
If you ain't game, then you get fazed
He thuggin', I'm straight, show them shades
Ran off on plug, get whacked, he playin
Might shoot him, see him, then talk and play
Get in that field, gon' catch a case
Sick
Free the church, nigga
Free glizzop
Free hiding, free brazen
You know the f*ck blazin
You know how the Met line shit, nigga
All I know is that I ain't sleepin
Ain't sleepin
Robbed that boy for paint
He got slime for that drink
Know I bang for Pete
Got some twins, that's not a treat
Know he not like that
Behind the bars, they takin' treats
I can't go for shit
Got that bitch scrapped on my waist
I ain't tryna f*ck lil' baby
I just want the face
Lil' twin just caught a heart
Roll him up, he get fake
Tryna catch a two for two
Walk down with his drink
Hit a lick, that shit went smooth
Get baked like a cake
Put up shootin' 72's
He got out the way
Clutchin' all that 22's
Boy, put that away
Hop out, know I'm with my bro
We gon' eat your plate
Stay lil' trippin', slimy dude
He just like a snake
Hit a lick, go with my moves
Bet I'll make it shake
Know I'm clutchin' big boy too
Tryna make it quake
Say, I guess I f*cked up his mental
Got fake shots, say he tried to deal
Cause shit, I'm bad
The drink gon' kiss him
Got put in the bag
The switch just missed him
Shit, I'm bad
The family'll miss him
Catch him at the light, do his act like pop
Nigga tried to run, hit his leg, he drop
Zay's on the block, all day rollin' his rocks
Don't try to spin, boy, you'll get popped
Clutchin' on bleak, ain't comin' to box
Double my count, now I'm sippin' on lock
Lil' bro Sipe might shoot at the cops
Hit for a V-spin through our block
Ain't got a drop, bring a twin, get humbled
Half-swifted, try to run, hit the block
H-E stand on business
My whole gang shoot shit on feet
Nigga, we pop out the crib
Make our niggas beat they feet quicker
He ain't never shot no bleep
Never had a heat
Nigga, he know not to come outside
Know them blizzards creep
Nigga, they know not to spin his wave
One way, yeah, we hit your face
Commit that crime, I do that time
If you ain't game, then you get fazed
He thuggin', I'm straight, show them shades
Ran off on plug, get whacked, he playin
Might shoot him, see him, then talk and play
Get in that field, gon' catch a case
Sick
Free the church, nigga
Free glizzop
Free hiding, free brazen
You know the f*ck blazin
You know how the Met line shit, nigga
Writer: Trip Blazin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid