Yeah, I got many on my mind, call me Melly Running out my mind, running out my bullets
I'mma wear some different shit, that makes me get lonely
People get jealous of my shit, I ain't even have shit
Got the shit right behind me, I got all the hoes who run some damn shit
Got the white bitch with me, you already know that bitch petty
Dating me in 40 week, I got mixed feelings, selling dope is what I need
I ain't got no love for new people, you don't really know a girl till she break your trust
Letting her know, she like that money, that pot on the stove
Let the devil get inside when I f*ck that bitch
I don't need to talk, chill, shut, you get shot
In the street, there's some problems that gonna be solved
I can no longer let anyone tell me what I can't do
I got the red and the scar and the red seat, on my way to Gucci
They don't know, bro, no, they don't know what I blow
Smoke it when I'm mad, shit, got the plug down with me
Holding his head down for that Kevin Steady
Say, if a nigga try me, he gon' get it, he gon' shock
Like I said, I get to the money out of the garage
Like, it's the only way to get up
I ain't got time, I let that bitch do my dishes
I ain't got the fire of the pole, that bitch blinkin
Shawty gotta fight it, I'ma f*ck her till I
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Yeah, I got many on my mind, call me Melly Running out my mind, running out my bullets
I'mma wear some different shit, that makes me get lonely
People get jealous of my shit, I ain't even have shit
Got the shit right behind me, I got all the hoes who run some damn shit
Got the white bitch with me, you already know that bitch petty
Dating me in 40 week, I got mixed feelings, selling dope is what I need
I ain't got no love for new people, you don't really know a girl till she break your trust
Letting her know, she like that money, that pot on the stove
Let the devil get inside when I f*ck that bitch
I don't need to talk, chill, shut, you get shot
In the street, there's some problems that gonna be solved
I can no longer let anyone tell me what I can't do
I got the red and the scar and the red seat, on my way to Gucci
They don't know, bro, no, they don't know what I blow
Smoke it when I'm mad, shit, got the plug down with me
Holding his head down for that Kevin Steady
Say, if a nigga try me, he gon' get it, he gon' shock
Like I said, I get to the money out of the garage
Like, it's the only way to get up
I ain't got time, I let that bitch do my dishes
I ain't got the fire of the pole, that bitch blinkin
Shawty gotta fight it, I'ma f*ck her till I
I'mma wear some different shit, that makes me get lonely
People get jealous of my shit, I ain't even have shit
Got the shit right behind me, I got all the hoes who run some damn shit
Got the white bitch with me, you already know that bitch petty
Dating me in 40 week, I got mixed feelings, selling dope is what I need
I ain't got no love for new people, you don't really know a girl till she break your trust
Letting her know, she like that money, that pot on the stove
Let the devil get inside when I f*ck that bitch
I don't need to talk, chill, shut, you get shot
In the street, there's some problems that gonna be solved
I can no longer let anyone tell me what I can't do
I got the red and the scar and the red seat, on my way to Gucci
They don't know, bro, no, they don't know what I blow
Smoke it when I'm mad, shit, got the plug down with me
Holding his head down for that Kevin Steady
Say, if a nigga try me, he gon' get it, he gon' shock
Like I said, I get to the money out of the garage
Like, it's the only way to get up
I ain't got time, I let that bitch do my dishes
I ain't got the fire of the pole, that bitch blinkin
Shawty gotta fight it, I'ma f*ck her till I
Writer: Johny Star
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