[chorus]
Ain’t been to sleep in seven days
I’m busy makin fuckin WAYS for folk
rather stay the mother FUCK aWAY- from folk
Like What you sayin though
You go so hard on all them pages though
Don’t make me pull up put it on you and ya partner hoe just SAY it’s smoke
[hook] [intercom]
Like, what you SAYING folk
Never say it when I see you though
Boy You go hella hard on all them pages though
Like, what you SAYING folk
Ok ok it’s up , what you was SAYING folk
[verse]
Only opp I ever had with any motion
was a clock my momma had up on the mantle
now it’s broke and if I land another opp before it’s over
on my momma I’m a break the hands he folded when he prayed about this moment
Think it over
Is it worth it
You got pressure pushing on both your shoulders
I’ll spit some country ovo stuck on some drizzy after Disney shit.
And I get busy after every chick I ever crack
I said I come and check em out I never dooooooo
What kind a shit is that ?
Every time I hear a word and see an open mouth it makes me wanna shove it back
I’m HURTFUL
Been deserted
never let a soul get burned alone
I stand beside or up in front a any person with me hurtin though
And as for those who saw my call I know they flipped around the phone like they ain’t heard me callin
Ok I know you saw it
[chorus]
Ain’t been to sleep in seven days
I’m busy makin fuckin WAYS for folk
rather stay the mother FUCK aWAY- from folk
You go so hard on all them pages though
Don’t make me pull up put it on ya just for sayin smoke
[hook] [intercom]
Like, what you SAYING folk
How You go hella hard on all them pages folk
Buy Why You never say it when I see you choke
Like, what you SAYING folk
But You go hella hard on all them pages though
Im the type to pull up on you just for sayin smoke !
[verse]
What you heard I really murder folk
Got 30 holes on half an acre
Every grave is full a [intercom] come on pope just let me owe you
Wait on who for huh ?
I need paper prior to a package ever spit a weight at us
I’m Out a pocket in the lane I never change it up
Swinging in the key I’ll dunk a ball before I lay it up
They say it’s us
Just to go complain to god how he can’t never get his paper up
[chorus]
Ain’t been to sleep in seven days
I’m busy makin fuckin WAYS for folk
rather stay the mother FUCK aWAY- from folk
Like What you sayin though
You go so hard on all them pages though
Don’t make me pull up put it on you and ya partner hoe just SAY it’s smoke
[hook] [intercom]
Like, what you SAYING folk
But You go hella hard on all them pages though
Ok ok it’s up , what you was SAYING folk
