歌词
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ahh, ahh, yeah..)
(Yeah, yeah, I don't really)
(B*tch, I don't really)
(I don't really, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody left me
Now I'm thuggin' by myself
But I ain't never ask nobody for help
Burberry on my wrist and
Burberry on my belt
I don't really smoke, brocolli it just helps
Everybody left me
Now I'm thuggin' by myself
But I ain't never ask nobody for help
Burberry on my wrist and
Burberry on my belt
I don't really smoke, brocolli it just helps
She's a free throw hoe
I can't fall in love so what you speakin' for?
Weed on my left, .38 on the floor
Cause, where I come from we'll set you up and
Leave you in the cold
I got, I got b*tch, I got goons on the Southside
They will murk you for them bands just to get high
I know my auntie lookin' at me from above the sky
But I know she won't be happy how I live my life
I'm just tryna make it out and stack my cake up
N*ggas really too fake what they make up
Got to go and make it out and pay these bills bruh
I cannot let my momma time kill bruh
(Aye), I ain't really tryna f*ck with her
I'm OG with boundaries so
I can't f*ck with her
She do too much, she too damn slick so
I can't f*ck with her
I don't know how them other n*ggas they put up with her
(But sh*t), I'm a f*ckin' G
Before I had you, b*tch I always had me
And so you got a pus*y
What the f*ck that supposed to mean?
I got b*tches on speed dial who gon' slurp me up for free
(Yeah), (Yeah)
Everybody left me
NowI'm thuggin' by myself
But I ain't never ask nobody for help
Burberry on my wrist and
Burberry on my belt
I don't really smoke broccoli it just helps
Everybody left me
Now I'm thuggin' by myself
But I ain't never ask nobody for help
Burberry on my wrist and
Burberry on my belt
I don't really smoke, broccoli it just helps
(Yeah)
(just helps) (Yeah, Yeah)
(just helps)
(B*tch, I don't really)
(B*tch, I don't really)
(B*tch, I don't really)
(Yeah, I don't really)
(Yeah, I don't really)
(Yeah)