Might Dump

Lyrics
[Chorus] I want the commas from the right to the left Run it up till I run outta breath The type of homie who could fuck up a cheque I'm getting paid coz they pay me respect [Verse] Don't step to me I might [?] You know I still I got my old grandmama gun She had the wood stock on the shawty straight pump Yeah there ain't no coming back when it's done That's the kinda thoughts I had when I was young Just a little high head trynna have fun Pissing in the pot thinking that I was the one He was trynna inspire I was [?] fire Hanging with gang members, couple [?] expire Shit, one of my friends in the pen for life I feel guilty that I still ain't write Like what should I say, it's been so much time And I even got the address, my girl told me don't stress Just worry bout the assets But she a product of this poison and so am I I'm getting duckets out the bucket, fuck it, do or die That's how it is when you grow up here Plenty people move to LA trynna come up here But you ain't with the business don't come out here A lot of people [?] coz it's sunny all year Yeah I hope you got the [?] deal with it In the cut you know I'm working on a meal ticket Smoking blunts, sipping henny, baby keep digging I can tell that you real with it [Chorus] I want the commas from the right to the left Run it up till I run outta breath The type of homie who could fuck up a cheque I'm getting paid coz they pay me respect I want the commas from the right to the left Run it up till I run outta breath The type of homie who could fuck up a cheque I'm getting paid coz they pay me respect
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Credits
- Writers
- Hugh Augustine