
Lyrics
(Hell yeah, Marsh, this shit hit, fool)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Huh,woke up, spent me a ticket
It ain't no question, come in glistenin'
Say they I ain't fuckin' with me, but still gon' question how I get it
Woke up, made me a killin', I say these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
She ain't mine 'cause you seen her, same as that Bentley
Time, I ain't got none, I been caught up gettin' it
Fuck wrong with these bitches? They always stay up in my business
For that crib way past the hills, I plan to spend seventeen million
Came in, caught up with spinnin' shit, I'm the realest in this bitch
Put on that song, when we caught him outside his show
He ain't makin' it inside that bitch
Keepin' my flow and I know they won't never know
How I'm stayin' inside this shit
Played with my heart, so I'm plannin' on that ho
So after that, beside this bitch
I'm on grind for fam, buy whatever they want
I don't sleep behind this shit
Better stay in they lane, tell them niggas I don't care what they on
Make 'em bleed behind this shit
I'll drive to hell for to make sure that I'm on
Burn up inside that bitch
When I come turn up, I don't give one fuck
Every nigga that buck ass might get switched
I'ma keep one tucked, I ain't showin' no love
He is not one of us, that nigga a bitch
I be playin' this game, but behind that blog
I be makin' sure all the ass get hit
They be studyin' me deeply than my 'fit
Up inside they vibe and I see glitch
She gon' tell me she love me
But won't be starin' me inside my eyes, this dirty bitch
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Huh, woke up, spent me a ticket, ain't no question, come in glistenin'
Say they ain't fuckin' with me, but still gon' question how I get it
I woke up, feel my wife, then tend two bad bitches, huh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Huh, I just ask my mission, pray I stay up out that prison
God made me a musician, she from trenches, got her glistenin'
I ain't forget 'bout how I did her
I just know that she don't miss me, whoa, whoa
Bro comin' home, gotta set up a home
Gotta pick up a bundle and wait by the phone
My cousin Skully, he hit at your dome
My number one gunner, get at it, get gone
She fuck with a nigga, she showed me she down
So I stay out her way and I gave her my home
And whenever I call her, I know she gon' come
When I'm caught in alarm, I won't be all alone
I sit and watch this bitch playin' with her highlights
While she playin' my song
Saddity bitch don't let me fuck with lights on
Got her titties done, don't like me see the scars is worn
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Huh, woke up, spent me a ticket
It ain't no question, come in glistenin'
Say they ain't fuckin' with me, but still gon' question how I get it
Huh, woke up, made me a killin',
I say these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I just ask my mission, pray I stay up out that prison
God made me a musician, she from trenches, got her glistenin'
I ain't forget 'bout how I did her, I just know that she don't miss me
Whao, whoa
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