They took my heart it made me heartless
Shit been getting tragic
Niggas take all day to write
This shit come automatic
You was rapping bout bitches you knew you wasn't bagging
I was busy chasing all the shit I wasn't having
I was getting these dollars running these different patterns
You was running your lips bout shit that didn't matter
Don't worry bout none of the niggas that last had her
Cause I'm that nigga that's hitting getting that ass fatter
And all these niggas f*ck with me cause twoolie be gassing
Glock 40 on my waist to turn up the fashion
I had to figure out myself to find out the passion
Now I'm really going up just hear how I'm gassing
Glizzy with the beam
Aint no bitches on my team
Niggas say that they gone get me
It aint really what it seem
First you gotta catch me slipping
And pray its not up in my jeans
Before you really lose your life
And think this shit was just a dream