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Mhhmm hmm Mhhhmmm Hmm hmmm When I was down even the drugs ain’t lift me up yea When I was down I wanted to give up I was done aye No we don’t golf but we a leave a hole in 1 yea Most of my niggas reckless they don’t give a fuck yea I tap the pedal my shit jumping to buck The glizzy right here it is not in the trunk I understand you trying to come up Take some of my mine, we gone go on a hunt yea Like a motion sensor we gone light it up When you walk out the front Fonem got yo address he on anybody who hit the front When I get too bored Pull up To Dior just for fun Know I got that bag like I’m walking from my class aye Each of y’all can get some smoke Like all of us put on a blunt Think I got her hypnotized And all I did was hit her once But these bitches a surprise All that shit Might be a front She talking all that freaky shit Hit from behind she tryna run Marco make yo shoulder blades pop out yo front don’t try to run SongtexteNiggas bet not hate on me Cause just like them I ain’t have much Fonem off a ecstasy But still a put you in a blunt My anger get the best of me We turn niggas to refugees And we ducking deputy We can't afford no felony Strappin up on every bitch I’m too busy for pregnancies Want smoke just call my brother phone He picking shit out a weaponry And he thirsty to cook up Like we jus got a new recipe Aye bitch I’m sorry this how it gotta be Money over bitches everyday it’s MOB Before I do my dirt I’m thinking like it’s him or Me I might just go forgiato up my Cherokee Before I tie her down I promise I a let her leave Put him to sleep this Mac 10 Have you catching z’s When I was down even the drugs ain’t lift me up yea When I was down I wanted to give up I was done aye No we don’t golf but we a leave a hole in 1 yea Most of my niggas reckless they don’t give a fuck yea I tap the pedal my shit jumping to buck The glizzy right here it is not in the trunk I understand you trying to come up Take some of my mine, we gone go on a hunt yea Like a motion sensor we gone light it up When you walk out the front Fonem got yo address he on anybody who hit the front I’m climbing up But can’t forget where I came from If he on that hot shit We gone give him what he came for You might come from the struggle But just know we not the same tho You still talk to yo mama I know you can’t feel my pain bro New balenciagas Fucked em right up on the stage tho When they see u, case closed The ceiling watch his brain go Shells hit the floor Like the sky just let the rain go All this gold on me I’m the end of the rainbow I don’t know your name But we a make yo ass a John Doe I came from 54th Right now I’m looking at condo All this cash on me Like I stuck up a Wells Fargo I told her I ain’t good for her I guess she like her heart broke When I was down even the drugs ain’t lift me up yea When I was down I wanted to give up I was done aye No we don’t golf but we a leave a hole in 1 yea Most of my niggas reckless they don’t give a fuck yea I tap the pedal my shit jumping to buck The glizzy right here it is not in the trunk I understand you trying to come up Take some of my mine, we gone go on a hunt yea Like a motion sensor we gone light it up When you walk out the front Fonem got yo address he on anybody who hit the front Aus Songtexte Mania