Lyrics

[Intro] (Glad to know you, Blaccy) Fuck, fuck, fuck (Bitch-ass nigga) [Verse] Why you let them stomp your heart? Why they play with you? Treat 'em the same way how they come, do what they would do Day to day, I'm on the move (Fuck) She tryna' argue, I don't got time, I just swiftly move They better not get jumped, they gon' be in here yellin' Put these racks in my hoodie, they in my belly You ain't no veteran, they thought you was ready Should've think twice when I thinked 'bout bringin' you 'Fore I push up, I examine that link-up Park down the road, I sit for a minute I went MIA, I know it been a minute Three different states, three different cities I know they gon' hate, they think that we winnin' She know what I'ma say, she finish the sentence Come around this way, your whip get dented I wasn't in school, I was always suspended What's the vibe? This a vibe check Everybody want you to send they attention, I'm just tryna chill She tryna lock in with me, I ain't even tryna do that Rubberband the racks, they can't fuckin' move I be high, I'm sittin' in the attic, I'm really sittin' on the roof (Sittin' on the roof) I'm tryna get a big house so I could get lost in it Scared at night, you keep on the light Don't listen to me, I don't know what's right I need to get right, I keep missin' flights I ain't even put on no drip, but they bite Whatever in my cup, it took me to the sky I ain't got fire, my drip got fire I don't need you, I can walk with the fire Better remove shoes at the yo', this my second house Got too geeked on the 'za, had to put it out You don't come outside, you look out the window Fuck They just stopped the music, said the party over (Party over) Ghetto hoes drunk drivin', you get ran over (Ran over) Nigga hear shots, nigga on timing Box smoked out, it's a cloud in it (It's a cloud in it) Now you think you got superpowers, what the fuck you smokin'? (What the fuck?) Lil' twin said the plug don't wanna meet him I think I got a date, we link this evening I know he got some' coming, he keep on cheesin' Them folks ain't got no feelings, they like, "Whatever happens" [Outro] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck