These bitches only want me when I’m not around
Keep this shit low key, please don’t make no sound
I know you only fuck with me because I’m up right now
No discussions, I’m just puffin’ on some blunts right now
This bitch just hit me up for tree but I’m outta loud
Hit the plug, tell em imma need a couple pounds
You say you got the loud to tell the truth I sorta doubt it
You could do it too it’s not my fault you aren’t about it
You don’t have to go to jail to get your mug shot
Imma make a call and see what kinda loud the plug got
You boys is quiet when your mother fuckin’ buzz stop
This is for my people grindin’ waitin’ at the bus stop
You just salty I’m the man you wish you was stop flexin’ on the gram, your bitch is textin’ then she bust down
When shit get real who you really gonna trust? not one them dudes around you has your back and that’s a must now
These bitches trippin’ man I keep my laces tied
I got all my guys around me and my homies never lied
Tell me how you gonna know if you ain’t ever fuckin tried?
Bro don’t try me with no sly shit better look me in my eyes
Tell me why
This bitch get dicked and then she wanna be my wife
Man I knew it I been through it like a thousand fuckin’ times
I just lose her to the music sold my soul I paid a price, man
This is how we do it when we cruisin’ late at night, damn
Been the man with a plan
Since two thousand and ten
I was doubted by friends I was down on my ends man that shit did me in
But this now and that’s then
Put my mind in a pen
Put the pen to the pad
You a trend you a fad
Lemme do it again
(X2)
These bitches only want me when I’m not around
Keep this shit low key, please don’t make no sound
I know you only fuck with me because I’m up right now
No discussions, I’m just puffin’ on some blunts right now
This bitch just hit me up for tree but I’m outta loud
Hit the plug, tell em imma need a couple pounds
You say you got the loud to tell the truth I sorta doubt it
You could do it too it’s not my fault you aren’t about it
These bitches trippin’ man I keep my laces tied
I got all my guys around me and my homies never lied
Tell me how you gonna know if you ain’t ever fuckin tried?
Bro don’t try me with no sly shit better look me in my eyes
Tell me why
This bitch get dicked and then she wanna be my wife
Man I knew it I been through it like a thousand fuckin’ times
I just lose her to the music sold my soul I paid a price, man
This is how we do it when we cruisin’ late at night, damn
Been the man with a plan
Since two thousand and ten
I was doubted by friends I was down on my ends man that shit did me in
But this now and that’s then
Put my mind in a pen
Put the pen to the pad
You a trend you a fad
Lemme do it again
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