Letras
Ima real dope boy baby girl ima rockstar
I be sippin on that drank that make your fuckin heart stop
I be sippin on that easter pink I love that wockhardt
Uh uh uh
Aye I be chilling on that drank
It helps me fight the voices in my head
I be seeing shadows in my room when I be thinking about you
Shorty you know you just like drug and I be fiening for you
Shorty you know you just like drug and I be fiening for you
Shorty why you beat me down tear me up abuse me
But you know I ain't trippin over pussy that's a rule nigga
Ima be completely honest baby you done fooled me
Now your chances up like the wind yeah the blew
You addicted to thug but you really want some love
And I don't know what you need
Yeah I don't know what you need from me
I'd go to hell and back for you bitch I'd take a bullet for you
What you did to a nigga really should be homicide
Tell me how I know if I'm alive or if I'm dead in side
Ima turn my pain into money so ima be ight
I just popped three 30's it ain't even three:30
I don't know what is life
Uh uh uh
Ima real dope boy baby girl ima rockstar
I be sippin on that drank that make your fuckin heart stop
Riding in that president I'm riding with that top off
Feel like J.F.K nigga gon have to do me dirty just to get me knocked off
Uh uh uh
Hit that bitch from the back and knock her socks
Shorty bad as fuck she gave me lock jaw