Pretty Girls

Nigga caught up in my ways

Feeling lost tryna find my mind

I just wish that I could pull up, on you for the night, and make things right

But I know you don't want to see me

Baby tell me am I right?

Wait till I can snap my fingers then you be here

Know taking trips what you like

Need to go and clear my vision with that smoking

Been rolling dope with my pipe on me, riding through my city

Quit that playing baby I don't want no calling

I just want you with me

And its my time to with you so tell me everything that you like

You know I'm gone put in time till yo contract up

I keep chillin with the pretty girls got my mind fucked up

I ain't knowing who to trust and who love me

And who around me for the bucks

They know they finna get up if they with me

Babygirl do you want me here?

Or are you just playing with me?

Keeping me a Glock with a 50, only thing that's switching

No I can't keep you around now my mind made up fasho

Pretty face, but the bitch a demon, the way she eat me

I swear I could tell that she ain't round me for no reason

I think she want my bands and my blue faces, it ain't easy

Nigga stacking up these bands in my coupe racing, know you see me

If you the one turnt this shit up then how yo crew hate you?

Nigga you ain't feeding none

I can flip that bag and turn this shit up my whole gang eating some

Or fuck around touch me a rap check, then put my city on they ain't gone need for none

I have my nigga pop out air force ones, ski mask on, know he beaming some

This shit be crazy how these niggas talk down on me they can't even switch the subject

They must be mad I hit they hoe or they out slaving and they check ain't come yet

Lil bitch I still was that nigga before I had these buku bands and diamond wrist

My nigga a trap star he said fuck all this gas he tryna get on by serving bricks

Bad bitch bought her a Glock and put a mag on it, she bussin if I tell her

You a catch me smoking on that dope and eating caviar getting turnt up in yo city