Wait hahaha
Grioten who
Nah what the f*ck
Okay
Okay
Hold on I got this okay
Aye, Aye, OKAY
Bitch I'm way too lonely
But here lately
Been feeling like I need a couple bad bitches on my side
Bad bitches
Yeah tell them come through
Hit my line, hit my line
All of that time
That you been wasting
Yeah too much time
Bro waited six whole damn months
To go on and just drop a song
What the f*ck even is that
Maybe instead of just blowing us off
You could've just hopped on a song
It would've been good for us all
But you ain't want a part of us
Coulda just hopped on this bus
But now I got six new racks
Without your name on it
Really wish you could've had it
But now I got shame on it
Had to go and just cross your name right off it
And I'll just keep spitting like a damn profit
Really wear a black cape
And Yeah I done don it
Bad bitches on my line talkin
I ain't got no time for you bitch
I got no time for who
Living life on high alert
Bitch high alert for who
You make this phonk shit sound like it's tricky
But it ain't all that you mother f*ckers just picky
Actin like it's a goddam subcommittee
Go head run back, suck your moms titties
So, that wasn't really supposed to be such a-a diss
I was kind of just writing
And it was just what it was I guess but
No hate to Grioten, he's a pretty chill dude but f*ck
Aye, Aye
Bitch I'm way too lonely
But here lately
Been feeling like I need a couple bad bitches on my side
Bad bitches
Yeah tell them come through
Hit my line, hit my line
Been about a minute since someone tried to step to me
Bro better take a step back
Before I take a forty round, stuff it to the back of his dome
Put a couple shots let it blow through the back
Yeah let blow through the back
No this ain't a map for attack
Planning assault all for a rack
No bitch I came for the pack
Smoking up all of that loud pack
My gun so hot smoking the rats
Strays they go hit the zig zag
When I come talkin
No it ain't no riff raff
My charts going up
Just like a big graph
All the bitches love me
Beware of my big staff
Know I be counting all
Of my big stacks
I know I am no one n only
Let's be real
I'm just way too lonely
And that's real
But you know I keep it on me
I bring a drill
This shit was just for fun
I'm just f*cking with y'all
I'm not really bout to drop this shit for real
way2Lonely - High 4Lert P.2 Lyrics
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Wait hahaha
Grioten who
Nah what the f*ck
Okay
Okay
Hold on I got this okay
Aye, Aye, OKAY
Bitch I'm way too lonely
But here lately
Been feeling like I need a couple bad bitches on my side
Bad bitches
Yeah tell them come through
Hit my line, hit my line
All of that time
That you been wasting
Yeah too much time
Bro waited six whole damn months
To go on and just drop a song
What the f*ck even is that
Maybe instead of just blowing us off
You could've just hopped on a song
It would've been good for us all
But you ain't want a part of us
Coulda just hopped on this bus
But now I got six new racks
Without your name on it
Really wish you could've had it
But now I got shame on it
Had to go and just cross your name right off it
And I'll just keep spitting like a damn profit
Really wear a black cape
And Yeah I done don it
Bad bitches on my line talkin
I ain't got no time for you bitch
I got no time for who
Living life on high alert
Bitch high alert for who
You make this phonk shit sound like it's tricky
But it ain't all that you mother f*ckers just picky
Actin like it's a goddam subcommittee
Go head run back, suck your moms titties
So, that wasn't really supposed to be such a-a diss
I was kind of just writing
And it was just what it was I guess but
No hate to Grioten, he's a pretty chill dude but f*ck
Aye, Aye
Bitch I'm way too lonely
But here lately
Been feeling like I need a couple bad bitches on my side
Bad bitches
Yeah tell them come through
Hit my line, hit my line
Been about a minute since someone tried to step to me
Bro better take a step back
Before I take a forty round, stuff it to the back of his dome
Put a couple shots let it blow through the back
Yeah let blow through the back
No this ain't a map for attack
Planning assault all for a rack
No bitch I came for the pack
Smoking up all of that loud pack
My gun so hot smoking the rats
Strays they go hit the zig zag
When I come talkin
No it ain't no riff raff
My charts going up
Just like a big graph
All the bitches love me
Beware of my big staff
Know I be counting all
Of my big stacks
I know I am no one n only
Let's be real
I'm just way too lonely
And that's real
But you know I keep it on me
I bring a drill
This shit was just for fun
I'm just f*cking with y'all
I'm not really bout to drop this shit for real
Grioten who
Nah what the f*ck
Okay
Okay
Hold on I got this okay
Aye, Aye, OKAY
Bitch I'm way too lonely
But here lately
Been feeling like I need a couple bad bitches on my side
Bad bitches
Yeah tell them come through
Hit my line, hit my line
All of that time
That you been wasting
Yeah too much time
Bro waited six whole damn months
To go on and just drop a song
What the f*ck even is that
Maybe instead of just blowing us off
You could've just hopped on a song
It would've been good for us all
But you ain't want a part of us
Coulda just hopped on this bus
But now I got six new racks
Without your name on it
Really wish you could've had it
But now I got shame on it
Had to go and just cross your name right off it
And I'll just keep spitting like a damn profit
Really wear a black cape
And Yeah I done don it
Bad bitches on my line talkin
I ain't got no time for you bitch
I got no time for who
Living life on high alert
Bitch high alert for who
You make this phonk shit sound like it's tricky
But it ain't all that you mother f*ckers just picky
Actin like it's a goddam subcommittee
Go head run back, suck your moms titties
So, that wasn't really supposed to be such a-a diss
I was kind of just writing
And it was just what it was I guess but
No hate to Grioten, he's a pretty chill dude but f*ck
Aye, Aye
Bitch I'm way too lonely
But here lately
Been feeling like I need a couple bad bitches on my side
Bad bitches
Yeah tell them come through
Hit my line, hit my line
Been about a minute since someone tried to step to me
Bro better take a step back
Before I take a forty round, stuff it to the back of his dome
Put a couple shots let it blow through the back
Yeah let blow through the back
No this ain't a map for attack
Planning assault all for a rack
No bitch I came for the pack
Smoking up all of that loud pack
My gun so hot smoking the rats
Strays they go hit the zig zag
When I come talkin
No it ain't no riff raff
My charts going up
Just like a big graph
All the bitches love me
Beware of my big staff
Know I be counting all
Of my big stacks
I know I am no one n only
Let's be real
I'm just way too lonely
And that's real
But you know I keep it on me
I bring a drill
This shit was just for fun
I'm just f*cking with y'all
I'm not really bout to drop this shit for real
Writer: Caleb Valdez
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