Produced Mix Master By Me 

(splatt)

Yeah, you the money b****, I’m the music
I ain’t never tell you how to do that s***, but baby you know how I abuse it
Smoking up too many drugs in my f***** brain, b**** like how’d I do it
I don’t even tell you where I’m at, I don’t even tell you where I’m at
Where the f*** you posted at, posted up on the f***** ‘gram
I’m like where the f***, f*** I’m at, where the f*** like follow me back
I ain’t worried about too much though, like smoking up on a fronto
Like roll that s***, like roll that s***, like smell that s*** like uh oh (like uh oh)
I’m like where I go? Smoking up like Elon, I’m like, like on the road she honor roll, where she wanna go
Ain’t worried about too much though, like where the f*** you wanna go
Wanna go up to the front row? Okay, let’s go

You told me how I know this, but I ain’t told you how I wrote it, b****
Write my name up on the list, but I ain’t told you I ain’t notice, b****
B****, I know you want more, but b****, I don’t got control
But b****, I don’t got drough, b****, I don’t got no more drough
Lost my mind a couple days back, but I got better
She tell me like, “Why the f*** you drive so f***** fast up in this weather?”
B****, I got way too f***ing crazy, but I got way better and I got clever
She wanna talk like all day, all day, like okayyy

Only hear about what you said, got red flags all on your head
Like stop at the mf red light, stop in your mf headlights
B**** tell me like where the deadline, like b**** tell me where the f*** the deadline
I just worry about my f***** future, I just wish I really never knew her
Go inside my head, hit a f***** button just to remove her
Yeah, twisted thoughts inside my f***ing head, I need a skewer
Life get better, life better, but I swear you make it worse
Life get better, life better, but it feelin’ like a curse
It feelin’ like a curse, it feelin’ like a curse

(B*** tell me like where the deadline, like b**** tell me where the f*** the deadline)*

Deadline

Produced Mix Master By Me 


Goin’ down the street, b**** I’m goin’ down

B**** I’m goin’ down the street, goin’ ’bout 120
Don’t even listen to me, but baby I got what you need
Posted up with some fiends, smokin’ up the green
Don’t listen to a thing I said, but I got what you need

I know I can’t have that — but where your boyfriend at?
He lookin’ at your map, he know he can’t get you back
Headin’ to the store, I’m like “what you want?”
Everything under my control, I’m like “what you flaunt?”

You want everything I roll, I’ma smoke a blunt
I don’t know your name, b****, but I don’t speak your language
What the f*** your name is? You can’t even name it
I’m like, what the f***, goin’ 120, crash the whip, I’m like what the f***

Posted up with some fiends, smokin’ up the green
Don’t listen to a thing I said, but I got what you need
I don’t know your name, b****, but I don’t speak your language
What the f*** your name is? You can’t even name it

Google Maps

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