Bail Songtext

Yeah, this type of love ain't got no end
I'ma hold on if you stay here with me
Yeah, I know I live a life of sin
Mixin' these drugs was a bad decision
I rather'd have drugs, you can have my kidney
The way I sip mud, I don't have no livеr
You block my phone all the time, but you only gon' call whеn you ain't with your man
Yeah, she got a booty, but that lil' bitch, she a groupie, I can't fuck a fan
Yeah, I tint out a whoopty and slide around in it all day, you won't know who I am
Yeah, the feds ever get on my trail (Yeah, yeah), I got money stacked up for the bail (Yeah)

I got a Rollie on me right now
Say that's your ho, she with me right now (Yeah)
When she be gone for a period of time, she mine
I give her back after some hours
Ran up my money, now I got power (Got power)
I was down and out for a while
I was broke and they treated me sour
Now it's diamonds all in my mouth
Know it's a couple of niggas don't want me to win Yeah, I'm on they TV, they hate for to see it
Yeah, fuck the police, I make bacon with pig
Yeah, I'm in the game and you hatin' from the bench
I'd blow your mind if you knew all the shit we did
Niggas lie in they raps and it make me sick
You be mad all the time and I hate that shit
He a clown and he died when the Drac' had missed (Yeah)

Don't matter how much time I spend
Don't matter how many blocks we bended
Yeah, this type of love ain't got no end
I'ma hold on if you stay here with me
Yeah, I know I live a life of sin
Mixin' these drugs was a bad decision
I rather'd have drugs, you can have my kidney
The way I sip mud, I don't have no liver
You block my phone all the time, but you only gon' call when you ain't with your man (Your man)
Yeah, she got a booty, but that lil' bitch, she a groupie, I can't fuck a fan (No fan)
Yeah, I tint out a whoopty and slide around in it all day, you won't know who I am (Who I am)
Yeah, the feds ever get on my trail (My trail), I got money stacked up for the bail (The bail)

Why the hell you mad? You know I'm a player (Know I'm a player)
On the road, bitch, you know where I been (Know where I been)
And you really don't care, so why you even ask? (You even ask)
You say you in your feelings again (Feelings again)
But I really don't care 'cause you really ain't sad (Ain't said)
Yeah, I know you got some niggas that hit you up
Don't even lie like you ain't text 'em back (Ain't text 'em back)
To be honest, I really don't give a fuck
If I spot me a opp, I'ma hit him up
I dump the whole mag, I'm tryna fill him up (Yeah)
Yeah, leave your house with no fire, you a fuckin' duck (Yeah)
Gotta know I got mine in my britches tucked (On God)
Yeah, it don't matter how much time I spend, you still make me feel I ain't did enough
And I personally hate all the fake shit (Yeah)
I hope you don't forget 'bout how real I was

Don't matter how much time I spend
Don't matter how many blocks we bended
Yeah, this type of love ain't got no end
I'ma hold on if you stay here with me
Yeah, I know I live a life of sin
Mixin' these drugs was a bad decision
I rather'd have drugs, you can have my kidney
The way I sip mud, I don't have no liver
You block my phone all the time, but you only gon' call when you ain't with your man (Your man)
Yeah, she got a booty, but that lil' bitch, she a groupie, I can't fuck a fan (No fan)
Yeah, I tint out a whoopty and slide around in it all day, you won't know who I am (Who I am)
Yeah, the feds ever get on my trail (My trail), I got money stacked up for the bail

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