I know I fucked up, shorty
Forgive me
You know what I'm saying?
Not for the mistakes
But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back
Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash
They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack
I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag
Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared
I thank God when I wake up âcause a nigga could've been dead
Like a certified barber, I got money on your head
Hey listen
Money under the mattress, chopper under my bed
Tyler Perry, y'all acting, y'all niggas be playin'
I stopped fucking with the packages, too many of y'all feds
I know I gotta die anyway, big ol' trust fund for my kids
I need some ear plugs for my ears (Why Quan?)
These niggas ain't talking 'bout shit, these days, for real
Can't trust these niggas just like eBay, no deal
House so big on a hill
Couch in the room where I live, I heard your girl got skills
With her mouth and her tongue, yeah, but I can't judge her
I ain't like others, girl (Baby I'm different)
Show me where's your heart, I'll give you everything, don't creep on me
Had to wake they ass up, at first they would sleep on me
But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back
Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash
They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack
I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag
Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared
I thank God when I wake up âcause a nigga could've been dead
Like a certified barber, I got money on your head
Hey listen
Now I'm back like I left something
I ain't left nothing but my head in between her legs (Ugh), Quan nasty
Give it to me, I ain't askin', for the pussy I'm an addict
I can't hear what you saying like a jail call, too much static
Treat the bitch like a throwaway âcause you know the lil hoe trashy
She telling me she wanna go away, but she know a young nigga ain't havin' it
S I T H, I swear my [?]
She grew up with no father figure, that's why she call me Daddy
She ain't worried 'bout a lame nigga, he a has been
She swearing that she bad, nigga, bitch you average
I ain't tryin' to share ya if I can't have ya
I shoot you in your face before I back stab ya
Hm, hold on, wait
But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back
Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash
They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack
I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag
Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared
I thank God when I wake up âcause a nigga could've been dead
Like a certified barber, I got money on your head
Hey listen
- :
- On Fleek
- On The Come Up 4
- Non-Album Releases
- Flex (Ooh, Ooh, Ooh) [Single]
- Summer Sampler
- The Leaks
- The Most (Single)
- I Promise I Will Never Stop Going In
- Still Goin In - Reloaded
- I Will Never Stop Going In (Mixtape)
- Yung Lan Presents: The Arrival
- If You Ever Think I Will Stop Going in Ask Rr
- Abta
- Grateful
- Feelings
- DTSpacely Made This
- I Get It
- Dt Spacely Made This
- Gorgeous
- Chardonnay