sadness

Hoes in our Lambo, hundred clothes deal. I reach into my club compartment for that full Clip. Glock my left one, head on Woodward grain. I'm rolling eighty-five steady fuckin' with your Brain. I'm punching up seven digits on the Motorola As I continue sippin' on Remy Martin and soda. This nigga crossed me out, that was cap, better Get real. I catch him frozen, pull up on Him, say it's been close to a year. Jumpin' out, lookin' lookin' blood bitches vibe and Says I gotta ditch for the pump, bitch. It's been a while since my gauge been crunk And bodies hit the trunk, leavin' motherfuckers Feelin' like a stump. Jumpin' out, lookin' serious, lookin' blood as Bitches see my vibe and says I gotta ditch For the pump, bitch. It's been a while since my gauge been crunk And bodies hit the trunk, leavin' motherfuckers Feelin' like Stump. Sadness. Hoes in our Lambo, hundred clothes deal. I reach into my club compartment for that clip. Glock on my left one, head on Woodward grain. I'm rolling eighty-five steady fuckin' with your Brain. I'm punching up seven digits on the Motorola As I continue sippin' on Remy soda. Nigga crossed me out, that was cap, Better get real. I catch him frozen, Pull him, say it's been close to a year. Jumpin' out, lookin' serious, lookin' blood as Bitches see my vibe and gotta ditch for the Pump, bitch. It's been a while since my gauge been crunk And bodies hit the trunk, motherfuckers feelin' like Stump. Jumpin' out, lookin' serious, Lookin' blood as bitches see my vibe and says I gotta ditch for the pump, It's been a While since my gauge been crunk and bodies the Trunk, Leavin' Motherfuckers feelin' like a stump.