Come hop on a track g if u wanna work up to u

Hook: 
You wit it ?
I did it 
Ok let's get it
Hopped in my bag I ran up my digits 
Just made sum bread I'm tryna go spend it
I made a mil' they say I'm the ticket
No ian fuckin wit em' he can't kick it 
So many lame niggas in my bidness 
I see the rain fall now I get it
You ona same shit, You never changed bitch you lied to my face 
Not playing games wit em, I'ma bang on niggas put em in they place
High as fuck I'm ona drugs, Seein shit I can't explain
Young nigga still prayin to above, So you know I can't be tamed
Ion think this hoe ever been up in love, and I noticed we ain't the same
I get flyer den the fuckin doves, Nigga kno I'm takin dat range 
He in a L stage, I'm takin dubs nigga you know we ain't the same 
Sippin ona purple, Pourin up da mud ion think I'm feelin the same 
No I ain't feelin the same

Verse:
Ion think this hoe ever been up in love, and I noticed we ain't the same
I get flyer den the fuckin doves, Nigga kno I'm takin dat range 
He in a L stage, I'm takin dubs nigga you know we ain't the same 
Sippin ona purple, Pourin up da mud ion think I'm feelin the same 
No I ain't feelin the same
You niggas ain't want me to win sum shit that I noticed 
This how I feel comin off da dome lil bitch I ain't wrote it 
They turnin me up they playin my songs they kno dat I'm goated 
All this shit I implement creative have yo ass floatin, Leave you floatin
I just shine ina fuckin night since a kid been golden, been golden
Tell me wtf you kno bitch, Youn kno shit
I was all up on my own. I was on sum broke shit I was poor bitch 
Niggas ain't lend a helpin hand 
Yea, I got my bands up these bitches call me they man (blahh)
Yea, All of these niggas hatin pussy niggas be fans
Yea, Why these niggas hatin on me swear these niggas be fanned up
(Yea, fanned up)
I tried, you lied 
Leave that stupid shit outside 
Ian fuckin with yo li facade
Fakin like it's real, I need my shit close just like bonnie & clyde
(Need my shit close just bonnie & clyde, I kno she gone slide, I know she gone ride.. haaaaaaaaaaaa)

Hook: 
You wit it ?
I did it 
Ok let's get it
Hopped in my bag I ran up my digits 
Just made sum bread I'm tryna go spend it
I made a mil' they say I'm the ticket
No ian fuckin wit em' he can't kick it 
So many lame niggas in my bidness 
I see the rain fall now I get it
You ona same shit, You never changed bitch you lied to my face 
Not playing games wit em, I'ma bang on niggas put em in they place
High as fuck I'm ona drugs, Seein shit I can't explain
Young nigga still prayin to above, So you know I can't be tamed

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