chased. And we hawk *** down, better tighten up yo shoe lace. Lil' bro get up close let the Glock 22 spray. We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang. And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain. I'm a
Chorus LilTjay. Steady callin' my phone. I done told you before that it's over, leave me 'lone. Know it's hurtin' you to see me gone. Dark clouds, you gon' see me storm. I won't go back. But trust
got. The sauce that I got on. I pop out with some Gucci. Cartiers and Saint Laurent. Got all these mixed emotions. Had to put 'em in a song. You want me 'cause I'm on. You want me 'cause I'm on. You
nigga. LilTjay, yeah, yeah. (Used to * with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you). Yeah, yeah, yeah (skrrt, skrrt, yeah). Grrr, pow, I'ma skip town, see my wrist drown. Everybody wanna * with me
my couch. Anything you ever need. You know I'll be there with no doubt. I need you by my side, I hope you're here to ride. I hate to see you hurtin', my lil' baby, wipe your eyes. Baby, let me pull
. (O mój Boże, ale dojebałem bit) New York, stand the * up (yeah). You know what's goin' on, nigga (swizzy na bicie, ziomal). Fivio, Barbie (Papi Yerr). FivioForeign, Nicki Minaj, nigga (that's
