Scribing
[Intro]
Vade on the keys[Chorus]
I don’t talk to my girlfriends and my girlfriends don’t talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album and a Nawf degree
Fuck whatever you [?], you don’t speak, oh, nah, nah
Promote the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that’s a murder hit, know they heard of this
Can lend a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slippin’, poppa house big, my baby momma, I was on my ass
[Verse 1]
They talk down on my name, on my face, they brought shame
Blackballed me from up out the game, bitch, took mе out the fame
I ain’t get a thing but a laugh whеn I tote my pain
Oh, that’s hilarious stuff
Do dirty work with illegal guns
That’s what I was in the parish for
Make sure that my [?], I ain’t happy how they perished us
Crime inside the same hood with no options but they [?] us
Can’t be outchea flippin’ patties
Qhat make you think the hoes gon’ fuck with us?
What the fuck you think so hilarious?
Through my whole career, been doped up
Playin’ limbo with that gang fi’
Momma side, was the worst child
Daddy lost his soul inside the trial
That’s fifty-five, one long ride
Took my kid and thank ’em for that phone call, I’m on now
If that’s my [?], he fuckin’ on her friend inside my home, uh[Chorus]
I don’t talk to my girlfriends and my girlfriends don’t talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album and a Nawf degree
Fuck whatever you [?], you don’t speak, oh, nah, nah
Promote the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that’s a murder hit, know they heard of this
Can lend a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slippin’, poppa house big, my baby momma, I was on my ass
[Verse 2]