You, you,
you,
10
You ran it up,
keep putting it up That ain't enough,
get in your bag
They say my name and make me mad I tell a bro,
go blow his mind
I ain't tripping bout no cash You know I spoil you like your dad
You always tripping bout my past And that's the reason we can't last
I'm in Miami in some Fatal I won't get to read my tab
You was down when * got rocky,
got it poppin',
you seem mad
If you owe me,
you can keep it,
*,
you probably need it back
I might fly down to the K to need a five-collar brand
Uh,
*,
I come from nothin',
I push a button and crank the car up
Go and play with some of my lawd,
that how you crank a star up
I bought my lip,
*,
I'm done,
I bought my school,
*,
some Starbucks
And the Ted was on the run,
*,
kept his gun,
he got his guard up
You,
*,
get wicked,
the bro vicious,
that my dog,
he gon' risk it
I been out of town for days,
bae,
tell me that you miss it
I broke down and told you exactly how I feel,
but you don't listen
Went on with you,
feel like I might get out the pills,
but it's risky
I know it's another,
that's the reason you at this
I finally blow it,
I never told,
so I can hit my hood and visit
And we bring poles to every show,
and I got hoes in every city
You go to jail,
stick to the code,
you come back home,
you're in the register
You been a real,
keep puttin' it up,
that I ain't enough,
get in your bag
They say my name,
it make me mad,
I tell a bro,
go blow his mind
I ain't trippin' bout no cash,
you know I spoil you like your dad
You always trippin' bout my past,
and that's the reason we can't last
I'm in Miami in some Fadal,
I won't get to read my text
You was down when * got rocky,
got it poppin',
you seem mad
If you owe me,
you can keep it,
*,
you probably need a band
I might fly down to Decatur,
need a fav,
call a brand