My Decisions

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah GlockBoyz, nigga Should I make a bankroll or fuck with some fake hoes? My decisions My decisions, nigga [Verse] I'm still in my city, I ain't leavin' like the Pistons (Like the Pistons) Should I make a bankroll or fuck with some fake hoes? My decisions My brother locked, he asked me how I'm doin', I'm like, "Shit, I'm livin'" The prices goin' up, I'm finna tap back in (Nigga) You come through buy a half, I pull up, grab like ten (Yop) I might grab a new AP and put my bitch inside a Benz My mama keep on tellin' me, "You only live once, so live" I pop Percs, them like my cheat codes (Them likе my cheat codes) You like Stan Lee in thе hood, I'm big dog like Deebo I might sell your 'bows for you, you like, "Damn, where my weed go?" And when it come to hoes, I'm like Stephen Curry at the free throw I knocked 'em down, she had hit my phone, I'm like, "I'm not around" (I'm like, "I'm not around") She like, "Boy, I know you was my friend and y'all out of town" I'm just showin' her the messages like, "Girl, you is in trouble now" (You is in trouble now) Thinkin' she finna be my bitch? I had to shut it down (I had to shut it down) I'm a rolling stone, ask around, what I be on? (What I be on?) Your baby daddy was a lame, he'd probably tat your phone We'd still be out here thuggin' if they ain't tell on Stone Just throw the ball to me and I bet I dunk it, I'm like Derrick Jones (I'm like Derrick Jones) I'm just a nigga from the ghetto (Yop) Ballin' like I'm Melo Might put a sign in front the Glock, make it say hello I throw a button on this bitch, it bend the corner just like Jell-O Could be tough as nails, that ten milli go through you like Jell-O (Baow) I don't need no help to do this shit I'm tryna do Why you think when I had made my first hundred, I had bought a coupe? I was on the road, I-75, eighties, who was you? (Who was you?) Back in the day, I would say Primo quick to shoot (Nigga) This shit a marathon, not a race (Not a race) These niggas think they seein' me, they visuals is laced They said the hood was gettin' dry, I grab my fuckin' K (I grab my fuckin' K) They said the opps was in the A, we was on our fuckin' way (We was on our fuckin' way) My advice to all them niggas is just play dead We come through and save the day like Mike J on Space Jam She was actin' crazy, I cut that bitch off like K. Camp You pull up with a ho that's bad, I might just take that (I might just take that) I'm in a Nike Tech, these my trap clothes (These my trap clothes) I feel like Jeezy, man, just hit me on my black phone (On my black phone) I'm tryna go out to an island and get my lax on (Get my lax on) If you ain't got at least a dub, that mean you stack wrong