Do I fit a cut? He gon' shoot you
You're right on the back of that show last night
You're standin' right next to me, silent
I don't wanna live with you
You're my only true friend
And I've been lookin' for love all my life
And if I don't feel good, God, it's never gonna get me
I don't wanna live with you
Don't wanna be 20 somethin', it's still posted with glitches
We was walkin' 59 but we was hittin' cuts at 64, huh
They tried to keep us in them trenches
Just got to the crib, that shit was fluky
Got the car, the Trado down
Hard to react 'cause we was children
I cherish my L's, now I'm older, I can ball for him now
I pop my door, I make him feel it
Make him feel it 'cause I'm 20 now
Tryna make a change 'cause I'm 20 now
Bitch, get the fuck up out my face, I'm on my bully now
Girl, you know how my kid
I'll fuck her good, she hate me pullin' out
Don't wanna see no fans today, I'm cruisin', yes, I'm tinted out
They push up, they get spent around
I see her face, ain't got my mask, I drop my hoodie down
Don't wanna fuck, that shit too free, seen her pussy out
When blood died, we had to kill
Can't take no pussy route
I seen red burst through the cop
They had to push him out
Bro on probation, tryna spin
I said he can't go
Pushed up in the Hemi, left his bitch brand-new Durango
Bitch drippin' tears down to her heart, I need a raincoat
This bitch know I'm the catch
Think I'm the GOAT, why would I chase hoes?
His sound was up, that bitch went
We beat the buzzer on him
I praise the Lord, sittin' in the church, I got my cutter in here
They box me in, someone on damage, kilo clutch if he know
Won't put my trust in her again
I'll make that call if she want that
Somewhere in my hood you see the street shine
If bro ain't got his gun bet you I got mine
I'm at it 'til the last of that wish I could rewind
Them couple drips when none ain't die wish I could re-slide
If Diddy call, I'm comin' quick
I'm probably somewhere with my bitch
I seen an opp, I'm fresh as fuck
Now I got blood all on my wrists
Bitch, I got cash, but I ain't no trick
Roll through the glass, we in your whip
Brody dog and spit the trick
Hot as people twit, that shit be quick
Don't wanna be 20 somethin', it's still posted with glitches
We was walkin' 59 but we was hittin' cuts at 64, huh
They tried to keep us in them trenches
Just got to the crib, that shit was fluky
Got the car, the Trado down
Hard to react 'cause we was children
I cherish my L's, now I'm older, I can ball for him now
I pop my door, I make him feel it (I make him feel shit)