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Lyrics

[Intro] (Y-y-y-y) (Yo-yo) (Yo-yo, Meen, play that shit) [Verse 1: Quelly Woo] Only so much I can control I gotta watch everything that surround me If you think I'm lackin', you dumb Like a bad kid the opps wanna ground me Some people I love say they doubt me I wonder will life be better without me Don't got a option, must keep it on me Slim chance that you see me without it Must-must make it home to my lover G on my lap while I'm doin' the dash right to you Detecs on my ass, like, I'll not pull over Baby, do you got faith in your soldier? Get Str8 Cash, I'm a trapper, hustler Servin' these hollows, I feel like I'm Butler Go hard for the team, I feel like Jimmy Butler I know who my brothers, I don't need no other [Verse 2: Jah Woo] If I tell you my problems, is you gonna help? Can't put trust in no bitch, that's a ticket to hell If I tell you my business, is you gonna tell? It's be certain things that I keep to myself Bitch, I'm a thot, I could admit it But you, on the other hand, just gotta quit it Tellin' me lies, girl, it's leavin' me sickened That's why I'ma keep fuckin' all of these bitches A whole lotta days, a whole lotta shows I had no dough but we had all the hoes Dot on my ass so don't tell me you know You can't get in my circle unless you tryna grow I poured up a four, now the Tris got me stuck I'ma pop me a yellow, TP, pass the blunt (Like, fuck) Speakin' on mine, I'ma send you to meet 'em Got a G26 with the hollows to greet him Pop me a Perc' jsut to blur out the hate Fuck trust, that shit is a waste Niggas [?] backdoor me over some cake Like, damn, that shit a disgrace What is love? I don't know It's hard to give up to they true color show [Verse 3: Quelly Woo] Take my pain, roll it up in the alley I'm sippin' on Tris, don't pass me no Henny Baddie like Ice Spice, shake it like jelly If you act right, I'ma put you in Chanely (Gllah) I don't think niggas on shit to be [?] But who knows? One day I might learn Whenever I die, put me in the urn And spread my ashes all over the Earth I think it's depression, every day I'm sad Why I can't give the people I love– Give the people I love what they deserve to have Some people I love and I can't get back Chasin' after Gs got us stuck in the trap Only difference is we ain't no rats Down bad, felt like I was drivin' on scrabs I'ma up it, I ain't tryna scrap