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What's up, Drwyds!
Shit, Drwyds, man
What's up
B-b-b-bitch, I get that money by the load
Like, Tris why you always on go?
Cause I'm goin' up on the score
Lately, I really ain't feelin' myself, so I'm tellin' these hoes just to leave me alone
Textin' me why I ain't droppin' my music, I'm too high, can't even pick up the phone
Back then, couldn't wait to be grown up
Nowadays, I cannot wait to be home
Whole 'lotta fake love, they goin' 50 like fuck is they on?
This shit be pissin' me off
Fighting probation, they asked me to piss, I'm like, no
Think it's a problem can't put down the bag; fuck no, we dabble in snow
Like, no, I can't feel my nose
Gonna slide to the city, got a whole lotta hoes
That's just the way life go
'Finna fuck on your thot, then pass to my bro
In the pussy get wet, wet, wet
I'm fuckin' his sister, ain't nobody know
Money move shit, bet, bet, bet
Hop in my V and get ready to go
Like, one day,(Yeah) I'm 'finna blow up
When I take my brothers they with me, we go up
Show me your loyal by showing me love
So all you gotta do is just show up
It doesn't take much to give me affection
Bae why are you showin' me fake love
Tote on a Ruger, and flippin' a zip
Boy, that ain't a trap, you're a fake thug
(Huh), was down on my ass, think I need a hug
Still drownin' in drugs, shit, I'm throwin' up
I'm sick to my stomach, I got a bug
Fell down and he picked me back up
Baby, I should be dead, praise the man above
Shorty gon' bite for the dick
I ain't wifin' that bitch, finna put on a glove
On God
I fiend for your heart, I feel for your love
I'm lost
I feel like they don't even need me no more
All this loyalty shit, guess it comes at a cost
Stepped out the way I done bossed up
Got unlimited sauce
I'm with your bitch, eatin' pasta
Shrimp and lobster, while you shoppin' at Ross
I love the Lord, so I'm wearin' a cross
Ain't no more pocket watching, I'm ahead of you
Louis Vuitton, we hitting the dressing room
How much this fit, I ain't tellin' ya
Shit loud, (know that I'm smellin' ya)
I'm proud, (finna roll up again)
Think it's a problem, can't put down the bag
Fuck, no, we dabble in snow
That's just the way life go
Finna fuck on your thot, then I pass to my bro
Like no, I can't feel my nose
Gonna slide to the city, got a whole lotta hoes
In the pussy, get wet, wet, wet
I'm fuckin' his sister, ain't nobody know
Money move shit, bet, bet, bet
Hop in my V and get ready to go
One day, I'm finna blow up
When I take my brothers they with me, we go up
Show me your loyal by showing me love
So all you gotta do is just show up
It doesn't take much to give me affection
Bae why are you showin' me fake love?
Tote on a ruger and flippin' a zip
Boy, that ain't a trap, you're a fake thug