Letras
I be dropping tags her
Only catch me round' souljas
Two perc make my brain cold
I got to serve my main smoker he gon' bring that bankroll
Catch me with your favorite bitch
Might have to lay that thang on her
She think I'm an atheist cause I pray to that bankroll
I got too much swag on me
I know that she gon' brag on me
I call bro, he serve me tris
move too slow my lag on them
I done stayed down for a while
My niggas be going up
I told that bitch to show me something different
she ain't showing up
I start showing out, now it's going down
I ran out of love
That bitch did me wrong
That bitch did me bad
But it's in the past, but it's in the past
That bitch did me dirty
That bitch did me wrong
Stay in the trenches
Why she talking bout lace
Fade away
Tryna create the space
She snorting in Rigby
It's all on her face
I left the earth to crash and burn
New Margiela cost a Urn
Remember that swipe, it didn't work
My mama gon' never have to work
You fuck around envy me
For copping that GLE
How you gon' hit on my Ricky niggas, they toking that PCP
Why she be ask me If I'm doing alright
Right after she did me wrong
In the beamer, shit I'm high like a kite
Can't even whip the shit back home
Now she wanna manifest in me
But I don't know this shit feel like the devil
Whenever I count that cheese
I stack it up like I spent it never
Couple P's at the telly, she stuff P's in her Telfy
On her knees taking selfies
Told her that shit not healthy
That bitch did me wrong, that bitch did me dirty
That bitch did me bad, but it's in the past
Yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I be dropping tags on her, only catch me round, souljas
two percs make my brain, cold
I gotta serve my main, smoker
He gon' bring that Bankroll
Catch me with your favorite bitch
Might have to lay that thing on her
She think I'm an atheist, cause I pray to that bankroll