[ Featuring Jordan Patterson Reid ]
(Jordamagne wassup)
Start another melody, you know she ain't get shit for free,
I'm f*cking on this hoe and her friend and her enemies,
When my dog died oh my God it got the best of me,
Got this Vlone and the way it be caressing me,
I just talked to God cause i know he got the best for me,
Niggas got the sauce and you know i made the recipe,
I lay a nigga down, tell that nigga he gon rest in peace,
I lay my head at night, every night I got no rest in me,
Wow I'm really thinking why the f*ck I got this energy,
I'm coming clean, tell all these bitches that I hurt that it wasn't me,
I ain't mean to hurt you i was just a fiend, Im being mean,
Ballin like I'm 23 and niggas gon look up to me
F*ck did I say 23, shit I meant 32
Give a bitch yo heart swear to God that she gon murder you,
Niggas talking bout it lil bro I know she's hurting you,
Gotta get the bag show that girl she ain't deserving you
I ain't done tho, putting on a show but this bitch she so cut throat,
Hit the red light with this pole it's a light show,
Win after win yeah my niggas they just onna roll,
Smoking dead opps, onna tee, he up inna sky,
His bitch in my phone and she waiting onna reply,
Can't trust these bitches cause you know that all they do is lie,
Niggas outside so you know my niggas down to ride,
Nigga talking tough and he end up with his mama cryin,
When this nigga died , yeah his family they just died inside,
I just dodged a bullet so you know that God is on my side,
Texting all these hoes, tell them bitches they gon get in line,
Called a nigga phone saying "nigga what you done to me?"
I'm just living life, baby I'm just living luxury,
Back in highschool you bitches you was dubbin me,
Now I'm making music, got all these bitches just sucking me,
Bitches chasing me run it up like a track meet,
Got this lil bitch suck me up in the backseat,
Then she gotta go call that bitch up a taxi,
She know how I roll nigga you know that I'm fancy
(You bitches ain't for me)
(Niggas know I tote forty)