Remember I always loved you
And I love you
And I love you
And I love you

Oh, no, no, no, no, no
Put that bitch to the light
Do you remember the pain, yeah? Do you remember the love
Do you have problems with me or something? Tell it to some of your buds

I told you I got no remorse for you, the gods been speaking from above
So tell me you can't have fun. Tell me you got no trust
Just tell them to fuck it up. Tell me where I went wrong
You won't cause it takes two to recover

It takes to make up
I'll buy some more designer cause it likes to hold me snug
Put another quad in my head to fill my stomach about to flood
Skimsy full of hefty trash bags, short buns full of crud

Like why I'm standing here blowing gas for you over the mud
Over the mud
Do you remember the pain? Like do you remember the love
Look at my new chain, looking at all my flash

Shouldn't chase a bitch, gotta chase that cash
Gave you all my love, should've left you alone
I should've left it all, gave it to a different ho
Could've kept that cash, spent that shit on some new clothes

But it's super cool, now I'm turning up with my bros
Got some brand new cash, look at how my wrist stay flash
Got some brand new ice, look at how I spend my cash
Remember, remember, remember, remember

Remember, look at my chains, look at my wrist
Super fly, fucking your bitch
Why do you hate on me? I'm trying to change for good
Just trying to make a wave, get your mom out the hood

We're gonna change for good, we gon out the hood
Make sure you're eating good
Do you remember the pain
Do you remember

Do you remember the love
Do you remember
Do you remember
Do you remember

Do you remember the pain, yeah
Do you remember the love
Do you have problems with me
So then tell us to send me your buds

I told you I got no remorse for you
The gods been speaking from above
So tell me you can't have fun
Tell me you got your trust

Just for them to fuck it up
Tell me where I went wrong
You won't cause it takes to recov

Do you remember (feat.HBND33)

Pull your bitch ass up Ashton, Pull your hoe ass up nigga.
 I’m spinning round your block, let off five shots
Leave a nigga leaking on the rocks boom bow
catch a nigga lackin send
him to the gods Put the metal to his dome and now he's screaming
to the cops Fuck the laws, I'm on top, hit them lights

and I won't stop Hit the gas, super fast, let it roar and I'm
gon' blast Empty clips, dumping shit, I'ma take a nigga blick
On his block block, take his bitch and you know she
Eat dick Going crazy in the stu, bitch, I'm bound

to get rich Get my bread, get my head, then I count up
these chips Hitting licks on this block, gotta reload my
clips Dumping rounds, dumping mags, yeah, this
finna get lit

Yuh, let it rain, finna dig up this grave Forty-five, pack a punch, finna shoot up this
place you wanna catch a hollow, come and get you
a taste I'ma leave your hoe ass lacking and that's
on my bro grave Yeah, these bitches talking shit, well you

know that's just hate Yeah, these bitches, they some simps and
you know that it's fake And I don't give a fuck about no bitch, I'm
eating this cake And every day, nigga, what's good is dinner
on my plate

Yeah, I'm spinning round your block, let off five shots
Leave a nigga leaking on the rocks Boom, bow, catch a nigga lacking send
him to the gods Put the metal to his dome and now he's screaming
to the cops Fuck the laws, I'm on top, hit them lights

and I won't stop Hit the gas, super fast, let it roar and I'm
gon' blast Empty clips, dumping shit, I'ma take a nigga blick
 On this block, take his bitch and you know
she a dick Going crazy in the stu, bitch, I'm bound

to get rich Get my bread, get my head, then I count up
these chips Hitting licks on this block, gotta reload my
clips Dumping rounds, dumping mags, yeah, this
Finna get lit

Yeah, your hoes, bitch, pull up to your spot, and, she loving it, she doing tricks
Climbing all around me like a jungle gym Why you lacking
I thought that you said you always keep a pole
I stay trapping, I got do-what-do to make a nigga dough

Make this bread, make this head, then you know I'm out the door
Sending fire at his crib, yeah, you know we punching wholes
Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch Just like NLE, a hunnid some drums in this bitch
If you run up on us, fuck the clips, we dumping all the drums

If the beem it’s pulled, all I know is, bitch, you better run
There ain't no see-through, cuz the dude you with don’t got a gun
It's nice meeting you, but if you crash my back, then, bitch, you done
People blow my phone and have I re-up This no normal choppa, but this one came

with a barrel and a front As me throw all up, I hit the blunt and pretend
that I'm stuck And if you ever crash your back on me, throw
your body in the slum, suck And I ain't tripping, but these niggas got
plenty enemies Hit him up with a Kimbo, Michael's the true

23s Don't aim lower than the waist, chest, face
so to spleen Tell the world we out of state, better watch
out when he out them things Cuz all good niggas gotta stay solid
Pull out the choppa, but now the gang got a red dot it

I'm tired of all these bitches, yeah, they cause problems
I was 15, had no Jordans, cuz I walked them down for red bottoms
Yeah, that black out blow his head off Get it going, move the script, lows,mids
 high as hard as snow

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Yeah I hit your Ass all in the back, let these niggas play games I shoot his ass all in the cap

YBD Tez

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