Lyrics
All talk for what?
He got a gun, but he won't shoot nun
I-I-I'm tryna run up my funds
They want a problem, but can't find none
I'm drivin' cars that cannot be spun
I got some hundreds that's on my thumb
So many times you hit my phone
How many times did that bitch rung?
I told this girl I miss her, she told me, "I can fix you"
So many niggas turned they back on me, and I can list you
Remember, I can diss you, not in my mind or picture
This chopper might just hit you, sing out just like my sister, yeah
You try to say I ain't change my ways, and you tryna tell me that I need space
Don't try to run back to me, too late, interior red like some damn Kool-Aid
I hit and run like it's GTA
I'm locked in, can't miss a beat today
I barely slept, can't even eat today
Rolled up a blunt, finna geek today
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Don't wan' see tomorrow
I wish there were memories, occasions I could borrow
That I can steal from friends and family so I don't feel sorrow, yeah
I'm finna numb that shit, huh, hundreds, I thumb them quick
Had to put Rick on my bitch
Told Skai, "Pull off in that whip" (skrrt)
Flyin' down Sunset, bitch
And my windows stay with a tint
My parents ain't raise no bitch, oh, yeah
Huh, all talk for what?
He got a gun, but he won't shoot nun
I-I-I'm tryna run up my funds
They want a problem, but can't find none
I'm drivin' cars that cannot be spun
I got some hundreds that's on my thumb
So many times you hit my phone
How many times did that bitch rung?
I told this girl I miss her, she told me, "I can fix you"
So many niggas turned they back on me, and I can list you
Remember, I can diss you
Not in my mind or picture
This choppa' might just hit you
Sing out just like my sister, yeah
WRITERS
Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt III
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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