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(Imma get rich one day, on my momma, watch, nigga)
Ask bro
He ain't see no hoe in me (Hell naw)
Boots on the ground
Real BOTG bones in me
I don't give a fuck about what he saying, pole wit' me (Pow)
Go toe to toe, like pole to pole, I brought pippy long (Pow)
Loose lips sink cruise ships
But, we could shoot the shit like some fucking pool sticks (On my momma)
Kill a opp then eat at Ruth's Chris, on some fool shit
Kill a opp and do that shit again, on some foolishness (Uhh)
Lil baby blowing up my phone on some foolish shit (Shh)
Roll a wood, take it to the dome on some Vool shit, lil nigga
(Lil nigga)
Gotta up the stakes, it get sticky when snakes in the grass
They playing till they face to face with lil 4K from the ave
Aka, Mr. 4K, who hang wit' the bats
Aka, slang to get racks and move that wrist
You say you a ride or die, baby, come prove that shit
Heard the raps, her nigga asking me how I do that shit (On God)
I'm just trying to get a bag on some Vool ass shit (On my momma)
Ask bro
He ain't see no hoe in me
Boots on the ground
Real BOTG bones in me
I don't give a fuck about what he saying, pole wit' me (Ah)
Go toe to toe, like pole to pole, I brought pippy long (Ay)
Ask bro
He ain't see no hoe in me (Uhh)
Boots on the ground
Real BOTG bones in me (Uhh)
I don't give a fuck about what he saying, pole wit' me (Ahh)
Go toe to toe, like pole to pole, I brought pippy long, nigga
I'm steady trying to right my wrongs
Yeah, I broke your heart, girl, I'm saying it's my fault
Talking about love lost, this ain't what it was
Talking about love lost, this ain't what it was
I swear I'm tired of making love songs, no lie
Tired of making love songs
(I put my feelings to the side, yeah)
I know that you're hurting inside
I know that you're hurt and I know why
'Cos I been fucking up