Letras
It's early and I'm swerving
My bitch trying to apologize with some shit she did that thing she did on purpose
I think she did it on purpose
And she did that shit on purpose
If you in this piece, and you ain't got it, what your purpose?
And I did this shit with a passion, that's my purpose
Nigga, mm, mm, mm
Nigga does nothing about players, nigga, I'm one and none
I know y'all gonna be looking for this verse right now
So I had to slap that shit on for y'all
I be up there, and I be down, shit feel like a rollercoaster
PO on my dick, keep askin' me why I can't stay sober
All the shit I'm battlin', I'm blowin' treesh, I still smoke
I don't think you not use that, grab it, lemme show you
Stop putting one on ones, I try to put on some on bar royal
Always hold my niggas down, I had no choice, 'cause I'm a soldier
I wish brodie coulda see his son, lil' Cudi gettin' older
We ain't playin' on them blocks no more, and I ain't watchin' over my shoulder
She gon' leave her nigga to be with me to control him
Why you beat her when she go outside? 'Cause you ain't got no motion
Early birds get the worms, every morning, my shit chirp
Stop faking like your phone cracking, know your ass purps (my nigga)
Me and Blackie and this all black striker
She think I like her, I'm going to night her
I should call her Roxy Mac 'cause I don't like her
15,000, 20 days, shit, that's my light work
Nigga talking about a tail, I'll do life first
Internet games or have your ass on white shirts
Have your mama on front row like she like church
I wake up the hell of sales, turn that scale on
If you know I was in a hut through a jail phone
I tried to line you up, I'll call you off my cell phone
These niggas cappin' if they see they getting grams gone
But why you think any of those sales on that damn phone?
I'm in the kitchen, two-step, and do my dance on them (okay)
If she ain't trying to fuck, then I might put my mans on them
Nigga, I fast to pack, and I ain't put no hands on them