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(альбом: Hey Shootah - 2018)


Wanna know why he changed on me
Wanna know why he changed on me
He try to backdoor, he not my homie

I got a whole lot of cliente
Packs in, get that shit through the mail
Lil nigga know he not street for real
Cuz hot like he living in Hell
Nigga not yo' friends, I stay to myself
[?] got money for bail
So many bars, my face turning pale
I got the water on me, got a pail
Feds blitz, I ain't going to jail
I got a bone nigga you can sell
I'm on the block nigga, making sales
I sold the drugs, now I'm feeling well
Trapper of the year, I might go to Yale
Selling gas, I do not need a scale

Wanna know why he changed on me
Wanna know why he changed on me
He try to backdoor, he not my homie

24 on me, shooting like Kobe
Nigga's hot, they really with police
I'm in the trenches, where the Po be
Ayo and Teo, I want a Rollie
I got yo' bitch saying "can you owe me?"
Guissepe stepping with the .40 I'm winning
In the kitchen like I'm cooking a dinner
Ran off on yo' plug, Do you remember?
Got 50's and dubs, count up my digits
I keep a strap on me, I'm wearing suspenders
That nigga used a high point, boy you missing
I call Smk, He gon creep with the stick again
I know where he live, boy I know we creep again
I got a bad bitch, I heard she Caribbean
I got a stick on me, who would've figured that
That nigga not yo' mans, snake you out for some Benjamin's
25 in the can, just give me my sentencing
I can never fold, these niggas be witnesses
He said he trapping, hold up
[?]
Stick on me, watch that nigga snitch again

I got a whole lot of cliente
Packs in, get that shit through the mail
Lil nigga know he not street for real
Cuz hot like he living in Hell
Nigga not yo' friends, I stay to myself
[?] got money for bail
So many bars, my face turning pale
I got the water on me, got a pail
Feds blitz, I ain't going to jail
I got a bone nigga you can sell
I'm on the block nigga, making sales
I sold the drugs, now I'm feeling well
Trapper of the year, I might go to Yale
Selling gas, I do not need a scale
Selling gas, I do not need a scale

Wanna know why he changed on me
Wanna know why he changed on me
He try to backdoor he not my homie
Wanna know why he changed on me
Wanna know why he changed on me
He try to backdoor he not my homie

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