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Substance

 

Substance

(álbum: The Collection Vol. 2 - 2023)


Not a day goes by I don't really think about shit
(Icey, I'm so sick of you)
Goddamn
(I keep my Trauma Tone)
Uh, uh, uh
Real life
Ayy
Ayy

You just giving 'em substance, yeah, get his shirt drenched, yeah
Know I love it, but I really hate I love this shit, yeah
And we don't talk 'bout niggas, we talk about other shit
And this shit is real as it gets, in the field, send a blitz
Taking my jewelry on a hit, back back, the door, I kicked it
Ayy, I get the head, she go, that's it
Ayy, that's my baby, she chose my 'fit
The bar is so low like when you sit
Dropped my nuts, I was holding my dick
Ain't going back and forth
Nigga, I don't want no bitch that's yours
Unless she was already for us

Of course
Nigga said I did something to him, I ain't even do it (Swear that we boys)
He was hating from the beginning, I ain't even knew it (You ain't even know it?)
Hate to say it, I'm paranoid
My life, had to battle for it
Now I'm back cleaning off my sword
Yeah, yeah, I knew I was gon' be real
Jumped off the porch, no DGB
Nigga, I'm sick, need a CDC
It was cotton V, C4 and C3
Baby calling, wanna meet me
I keep stalling, I'm in the street
Pop me a Percocet-20, we geeked
Baby, you can come and get money with me
It's a whole world you can see
Bitch, I'm an OG, but not 3
It's a jetpack, not a jet-ski
Mr. Big Back, I don't eat beef
I spit crack, every last beat
Ayy, six-pack by the twenty-two-three
Shoot with the tongue out like two-three
Said she love me, say, "Who me?"

You just giving 'em substance, yeah, get his shirt drenched, yeah
Know I love it, but I really hate I love this shit, yeah
And we don't talk 'bout niggas, we talk about other shit
And this shit is real as it gets, in the field, send a blitz
Taking my jewelry on a hit, back back, the door, I kicked it
Ayy, I get the head, she go, that's it
Ayy, that's my baby, she chose my 'fit
The bar is so low like when you sit
Dropped my nuts, I was holding my dick
Ain't going back and forth
Nigga, I don't want no bitch that's yours
Unless she was already for us

You just giving 'em substance
You just giving 'em substance
You just giving 'em substance
(I keep my Trauma Tone)
Substance
You just giving 'em substance

hecho

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