Produced Mix & Mastered By Me

(splatt)

I just ballout every lane, bitch i lane switch
then they hear bout my name, its amazing
what you smoking on bro what you blazinn
what you smoking on bro what you chasinn
got my money in my bag, bitch i gamble that
ga-gave me drugs i cant handle that
all these fucking drugs hit my body
hitting me too much like rocky
heh, she looking at my face she amaze me
huh, she had me the one thinking im crazy
go to a atm bitch cash out
blow up blow up bitch i think its a fallout
yea yea she like my lifestyle yea she ballout, huh yea yea she ballouut
yea she ballout

what you on about, who name you calling out?
who showed all you those sounds?, who gave you all those rounds
huh, yea girl yea i like the way you got on those rings
she tell me boy, i like the way that you sing
but baby girl i cant get even get you off my mind
i think- i think im way to stuck up thinking bout the time
coughing-coughing off these drugs, gotta spend it all the time
yea huh, gotta spend it all the time.
they ask me like bro are you fine?
get the fuck out my face i think im fine

wha- what you smoking on bro what you blazinn
what you smoking on bro what you chasinn
got my money in my bag, bitch i gamble that
ga-gave me drugs i cant handle that- huh
a- all these fucking drugs hit my body
hitting me too much like rocky
heh, she looking at my face she amaze me
huh, she had me the one thinking im crazy
go to a atm bitch cash out
blow up blow up bitch i think its a fallout
yea yea she like my lifestyle yea she ballout, huh yea yea she ballouut
yea she ballout

sourrbelt

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)*

sourrbelt

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