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I put stacks on your head
Got too much ice, that′s sled
Only racks make me jump out the bed
Roll a three-five, take all the edge
I got Vetements on my leg
I was 18, I was goin' out bad
Poppin′ my shit, now I'm comin' correct
I get high and go make a song
Mix Prada with Comme de Garcon
I′m too high, then pick up the phone
Really never should′ve come back home
Shawty chill why you actin' like that
Girl, you know you don′t wanna stay mad
I tried hard to love these bitches But these hoes ain't talkin′ bout nothin
I done got my heart broke by some fine shit
I been thinkin' these hoes tryna line me
I been thinkin′ these hoes on some slime shit
Need a show I been missin' the moshpit
Got my pole out, I been on some hot shit
Can't trust hoes, they toxic, dawg
Had to pop my shit one time
Cause I got tired of losin
Pushin′ hard like I′m JT
Lil' nigga, I walk with a Uzi
Can′t fall for the bullshit
Nigga, can't slip up
Boy you better tie up your shoes
Nigga try me or one of my dogs
They takin′ that lil' nigga life on the news
This bitch tryna take my soul
She losin′ control
She tight like a noose
New vibe, I done took to the room
Yo bitch, pussy, ain't tight, shit loose
Kickin' shit in East Atlanta
I been flashin′ out with the troops
I been tryna mind my manners
I make a play, then they get it too
I put stacks on your head
Got too much ice, that′s sled
Only racks make me jump out the bed
Roll a three-five, take all the edge
I got Vetements on my leg
I was 18, I was goin' out bad
Poppin′ my shit, now I'm comin′ correct
I get high and go make a song
Mix Prada with Comme de Garcon
I'm too high, then pick up the phone
Really never should′ve come back home
Shawty chill why you actin' like that
Girl, you know you don't wanna stay mad
I tried hard to love these bitches
But these hoes ain′t talkin′ bout nothin
Got too much ice, that′s sled
Only racks make me jump out the bed
Roll a three-five, take all the edge
I got Vetements on my leg
I was 18, I was goin' out bad
Poppin′ my shit, now I'm comin' correct
I get high and go make a song
Mix Prada with Comme de Garcon
I′m too high, then pick up the phone
Really never should′ve come back home
Shawty chill why you actin' like that
Girl, you know you don′t wanna stay mad
I tried hard to love these bitches But these hoes ain't talkin′ bout nothin
I done got my heart broke by some fine shit
I been thinkin' these hoes tryna line me
I been thinkin′ these hoes on some slime shit
Need a show I been missin' the moshpit
Got my pole out, I been on some hot shit
Can't trust hoes, they toxic, dawg
Had to pop my shit one time
Cause I got tired of losin
Pushin′ hard like I′m JT
Lil' nigga, I walk with a Uzi
Can′t fall for the bullshit
Nigga, can't slip up
Boy you better tie up your shoes
Nigga try me or one of my dogs
They takin′ that lil' nigga life on the news
This bitch tryna take my soul
She losin′ control
She tight like a noose
New vibe, I done took to the room
Yo bitch, pussy, ain't tight, shit loose
Kickin' shit in East Atlanta
I been flashin′ out with the troops
I been tryna mind my manners
I make a play, then they get it too
I put stacks on your head
Got too much ice, that′s sled
Only racks make me jump out the bed
Roll a three-five, take all the edge
I got Vetements on my leg
I was 18, I was goin' out bad
Poppin′ my shit, now I'm comin′ correct
I get high and go make a song
Mix Prada with Comme de Garcon
I'm too high, then pick up the phone
Really never should′ve come back home
Shawty chill why you actin' like that
Girl, you know you don't wanna stay mad
I tried hard to love these bitches
But these hoes ain′t talkin′ bout nothin
Writer(s): Deandre Mckee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

