Lying to my face but I'm still gon' let you finish
But I'm still gon' let you finish
Niggas dying in the grave tryna prove they really wid it
I still stay in da trap
All them long nights tryna push a quarter pack
Its alright, you should know I always got your back
I got purple in my eyes, I don't mean to Act
2000s baby I stay in the streets
Won't let money change me thats on everything
Why did you betray me? Now you dead to me
Don't try and pay me with a wedding ring
Look at the bright we came this far from kicking doors
Over an ounce and we ran up in that nigga home
How I whip so fast with no turbo?
My bitch bad and she listen to G Herbo
Tell her we gon be alright, and thats fasholy
And if I call you my nigga then you ain't gotta show me
You my nigga then you don't doubt then you aint gotta show me
I'm post to blow up with this rap shit
I was on my own when I was trapping
What happened?
I like shooting guns that got attachments
Even though you crazy you a bad bitch
8 Times 2 thats a pint dawg
She too shy gotta fuck her with the lights off
Yeah I beat those
She could deepthroat whoa
Can't see but I know that she a freak hoe
Artist life I got it tatted on me
Don't come around I got the ratchet on me
I knew that she was playing when she catted on me
I knew you was a lame when yall ratted on me
(Ratted on me)
I still pour a deuce in the fanta, This lean fuckin up my grammar
Its been 7 years brodie still locked in the slammer
Hope my nigga see the light he got caught with a blammer
I'm sipping dirty diana
Tryna get some diamonds
Big rocks in my mouth bitch Im fuckin shining
Rick Ross Im the shit flyer than Alladin
Where my Jasmine?
Ima show this bitch some magic
How romantic, we keep fuckin up the mattress
She the baddest tryna put us in a mansion
Dream lavish, got her bussin like a Mac 10
Damn, ain't nobody love me back then
Aye back then
Back when I ain't have no friends
These days you gon get it out the backend
If you leave my life I won't ever let you back in
No time for chit chat
Now my ex bitch begging for my dick back
Mix match twin 3 tone thats a six pack
Is you wit that?
She like "Kobi you my nigga", well I been that
I still stay in da trap
On the block where my niggas? Where they at
When I drink the Hennessy I dont know how to act
That nigga dead to me if he aint have my back
Look at the bright we came this far from kicking doors
Over an ounce and we ran up in that nigga home
How I whip so fast with no turbo?
My bitch bad and she listen to G Herbo