Poetry
(专辑: Hardwood Classic - 2020)
Hate when a
nigga ask me to drive A
nigga ain't get no real sleep How many niggas done been in my Sativa? Don't care about no uh, uh, uh, it's cheap I
was broke (Had some bad feast) Yeah my CD turned in but (Yeah) I
think I'ma put this on there (Mm), just because I
stay showing niggas love that they never show me He went and got a
watch, but he ain't got nowhere to sleep I
been letting niggas live, I
think niggas owe me Fully automatic shit, leave a
nigga in the
street I'm the
type of nigga who gon' make sure you eat Why when niggas need help? Shit, they always call me I'm straight, niggas lame, shit I'm good, just me I
seen how that money change how a
nigga think The
lame shit nigga's on, I
couldn't do it, that ain't me You just want a
lil' clout, get the
fuck away from me I
got a
cool hundred rounds riding with me in the
Jeep FN hit 'em once, he got knocked off his feet All you see is VVS from the
cuban to the
ring F
for the
Franchise, BMF, tag team I
chain smoke 'woods like I'm smoking with the
team My son smile every time that his daddy on the
screen I
ain't really missed a
day and some years with the
lean Make it rain in yo' hood, I
can really make it sing When them bitches come around, they don't never wanna leave If it ain't got codeine, that don't count as real lean I
hate when my time being wasted, it ain't cool Three-five in my wood, y'all buy it as a
crew She gon' clean up my house and leave her clothes in my room If I
ain't got drink, I
ain't really in the
mood I
came, two Vs, now SI twos Back to back Lambos, just me and my crew She got real hair, I
can pull it on it too I'm facing exotic, getting head in my coupe Fully loaded range with the
panoramic roof We got real big guns, you gon' duck when we shoot Yo' new nigga lame and he a
fan of me too This a
foreign coup-ay, not a
average lil' coupe Can wear Amiris every day, got more than one or two Put a
light tag on you, have him sleeping on ya roof You gotta offer something, you can't be just cute I
was trapping for the
pints, I
need twenty, not two Need twenty, not— Got the
lean, no bitch, no you can't be just cute Tag on ya head, now they sleeping on ya roof, yeah Nigga irritating me, now I'm pumping on his boo Big Tonka truck but that motor like a
coupe