Letras
You better choose me, lil' baby, or you could lose me
Why these bitches breakin' they neck? 'Cause they like, who's him?
Buddhafac3, 'bout to bag, yeah, I need all mine
Tiny low dip, I'm squabblin' shit on the main line
I be thinkin' to myself, like, should I leave her in the past?
If I leave her so alone, then I'll replace her with a bag
I can't lie, it fucked me up when I had to let you go
I can't walk down certain streets, 'cause we got memories on that road
When it's wood up in the air, so I get lost up in the smoke
I'ma roll another wood, 'cause that's my only way to cope
Wish I never would've met you, guess now all I can do is hope
I can't trust another soul, I think everybody fake
Delete the pictures off my phone, 'cause I don't want you in my brain
Ha, I got a keychain' playin' when you is with me every day
I can't listen when you speak, 'cause I don't trust the words you say
Press decline when you call, 'cause I don't wanna talk today
Free my brothers out the county, shit, all my cuzzo dudes bang
I said death before dishonor and got it tatted on my face
Thank the Lord for my demeanor and blame childs for my ways
Bitch, I'm on the road to riches, you can miss me with that traffic
I ain't rollin' anything up, so if he need it, he can have it
Why I get this paper right, just know I'm ballin' like the magics
ECM cables keep trippin', you hear the static
I'm really not worried about none, 'cause I see brighter days
Never trip about bein' lost, 'cause I'm gon' find a way
Never leave the house without Uwe, 'cause I could die today
Manifestation is key, we like the finer things
Christian Louboutins with the spikes, I like designer gang
If a nigga really want drama, then he can get the problems
Told the bitch, "Don't hit my phone, if it ain't 'bout the commas"
I don't give a fuck about none, I know they hate that
This blower on my hip, if I up, he gon' put his face back
Clean a nigga block up, my mama don't need no Ajax
Why this nigga Buddha keep trippin', 'cause I'm gon' make him listen