A lot of niggas ain't die yet
A lot of niggas ain't die yet
Lobster in my diet
I live more and cry less
My new life is flawless
But she left me it's over
Listen what I told you
I hate being sober
I roll up some doja
Fight it like a soldier
Man this world just got colder
Yeah I lost my bitch
But I gotta keep my composure
I walk in the room
They start the smelling my aroma
Nigga my bitch so bad
Like someone go turn the stove up
He the type to rat
But I just can not give my bros up
Bae I wanna take you serious
But I just can't give these hoes up
Yea we take pictures in the mirror
But baby you know we can't post them
Fuck her on the table
Lay her down just like a coaster
This real love I won't ghost her
Now we on the sofa
I'm doing what I'm supposed to
Someone call the chauffeur
My bitch tryna go out
Yea she tryna have some more fun
Take her get her toes done
Nigga seen me and he froze up
I'm rocking some new shit nigga better put your hoes up
I done got some money nigga now everybody know us
We coming to your city nigga and leave the whole shit tore up
Told this bitch that I got a bitch so you ain't getting on this tour bus
Kickback at my crib
All this came and went
All the bread I spent
All the shit I did
I don't work no shift
You can't take my shit
Momma's angel I can't sin
Shootout hit his shin
Ride for my dawg just like I'm Finn
Niggas know what it is