No matter what happen
We gonna be forever rollin' nigga, no cap
When you tryna work on yourself
Gotta leave that bitch, you don't need that bitch
When I wake, I go pour up
I don't sip on shit then I'm gon' get sick
Nigga might think shit was sweet
How I tuck this Glock, can't see my stick
Feel like I already knew you, first day that we met
Tryna turn a bitch on
She was already wet
And really, I didn't even trip when you left
I understand it if I'm not enough
I understand that you want someone else
You make me sad and I'm doing my drugs
I make you mad when I do my drugs
You leave when I call my plug
Probably be happy the day I'm gone
That's the only way
They'll show love to me
You said you love me, you puzzled me
You know when I fuck I go deep like a submarine
Most of these niggas ain't gangsta, they wannabes
Boy you a bitch, you ain't never did nun to me
I'm in Rick Owen now it just was wallabees
When you met me, bitch you hit the lottery
I told you I love you to death and I'd die for you
You ain't believe me, I need my apology, yeah
No matter what happen I'm here
I'm driving, you helping me steer
Going hard in a whole other gear
Your new nigga a lame and I'm serious
I paid bro to go get him a kill
I know
He will
Keep a gun so I can live
I see em, I kill
I love watchin' you put on your skinny jeans
Flew you out Just to hit it in Italy
You may not be the one that's gonna be with me
But I know for a fact you remember me
When I find she lied, she defeated me
Put you way too high up on the pedestal
Made me look like a clown, it was pitiful
That was back when you thought I was regular
I know you remember
Couple years ago you talked to me like shit
And I let you pop it
Bet you'll never ever find another nigga like this
Working at Wendy's, I was washing dishes
I was down bad on my dick, spent a rack to pour me up a six
None of this money don't mean shit
When you tryna work on yourself
Gotta leave that bitch, you don't need that bitch
When I wake, I go pour up
I don't sip on shit then I'm gon' get sick
Nigga might think shit was sweet
How I tuck this Glock, can't see my stick
Feel like I already knew you, first day that we met
Tryna turn a bitch on
She was already wet
And really, I didn't even trip when you left
I understand it if I'm not enough
I understand that you want someone else
You make me sad and I'm doing my drugs
I make you mad when I do my drugs
You leave when I call my plug
Probably be happy the day I'm gone, that's the only way
They'll show love to me
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