Hook Sometimes i swear these hoes, get so emotional Without no explanation, guess we will never know Without no hesitation, I grab my keys and go I throw on the pieces, roll up reefis, wave like the beaches, crank up caprice um out Verse 1 Gone with the wind, Weed and Henny got a nigga zonin again Girl trippin on me bout this phone shit again Everything she say i dont i disown it again I dont know what you talkin bout Really on a nigga nerves gettin hard to pretend I turn DJ Unk ans just walk out Cuz i told myself that i would never argue again Bend Corners bitch i always been a loner I never need nobody besides my dad and my mamma You stretching my like palaties with all of this fucking drama And not to blow like a shotty i smoke myself to a coma Good Marijuana Came straight from Cali Designer everything got it all out of Bally Got a 96 Caprice and i put it on some rallies Cus when i race it on rims it kinda fuck up the balance I am Hashtag baby you already know that getiing money is never ever an issue I flag neighborhood, BMF, swish gang big chains gone make it real hard to miss you Big moves on the way and you only slow me down tryna talk another hole in my head So Ima hit the road for sho you gotta learn to control it more your feeling fuckin up the bread (HOOK) We been back and forth for a long time, Disagreements girl i dont mind But every day of this shit has got me hatin you bitch so now dont even hit my phone line Seems like everything I do it seems to make you sick, Im workin hard so you dont pay for shit Bout the smallest thang you throw a major fit, i dun had enuff i guess it over wit Out in the city got my real Cros with me, and we only 4 deep but its still Rollin 60 And we lookin for the freaks on a mission for the kitty Already got the weed now im bout to get litty Hit up major flame, drop jewels with the homie the major game Talk moves bout the money the major Rain Gold tooth on a honey like Major Pain I am Hashtag baby you already know that getiing money is never ever an issue I flag neighborhood, BMF, swish gang big chains gone make it real hard to miss you Big moves on the way and you only slow me down tryna talk another hole in my head So Ima hit the road for sho you gotta learn to control it more your feeling fuckin up the bread (HOOK)
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