Aware//Coming Home Late

Lyrics

[Intro] Counting the racks, smoking when making this shit Ion give a fuck about the hoe I want the throat from the lil bitch I'm coming on, coming home, coming home to the lil bitch I'm fucking her pussy I'm fucking her good She said she want more of this dick I'm loving that bitch forreal I'm sippin on shit forreal I'm poppin these pills forreal I had to quit forreal Ion give a fuck I carry the steel Ay, yeah, oh yeah! [verse] Oh yeaaa! That's my favorite sound to hear What you see when you look in the mirror Off the percs my vision not clear In the truck I can't even steer She wanna fuck I wasn't prepared Keep my gun on me I stay prepared Yea prepared, I stay aware Juggin n shit no I'm not playin fair I'm in the lead had to cheat to get there No it ain't cheese spend a rack on her hair I'm in the air bnb bellaire Lets have a toast we can sip bellaire Lets get this money throw it in the air I make the money spend it over there I get that I can't talk about it money Spend it on her if she care Walk into Gucci cop another pair Making too much I can't even share Said I'm bitch, nigga wouldn't dare We could up put it in the air I pull up on him and he getting scared Run to the money hurry and I'm there Love the money counter count it over there Got a white bitch playing with her hair She gon give me up top either true or dare Got 80 bitches give ya one to share If ya like shoes tell me what ya wear If she like trueys give her 50 pairs Fucking up her make up no I don't care That's my lil baby take her over there (You already know) That's my favorite sound to hear What you see when you look in the mirror Off the percs my vision not clear In the truck I can't even steer She wanna fuck I wasn't prepared Keep my gun on me I stay prepared Yea prepared, I stay aware Juggin n shit no I'm not playin fair I'm in the lead had to cheat to get there No it ain't cheese spend a rack on her hair I'm in the air bnb bellaire Lets have a toast we can sip bellaire Lets get this money throw it in the air I make the money spend it over there I get that I can't talk about it money Spend it on her if she care Walk into Gucci cop another pair Making too much I can't even share Said I'm bitch, nigga wouldn't dare We could up put it in the air I pull up on him and he getting scared Run to the money hurry and I'm there