Used to sell dope in the hallway
Always told me that you love me
Fuck that bitch I couldn't trust it
You a bum I had to find it out the hard way
I used to want it so damn bad
But now the world inside my hand
Tryna bust that pussy open on a Sunday
I ain't gone front I'm tryna fuck
I think I fell in love with xans
See you walking like a model on da run way some day
Tryna give the world to you one day
I won't stop counting guap
Homie it's not a chance
I tried stop smoking pot
But now I'm poppin xans
I turn straight to the hulk on 2 milligrams
Two in my sock
At the function I'll fuck it up again
I jus sold a pound up at the Arby's
That's yo baby momma man I'm sorry I'm sorry
Car keys lost at the parties
I prolly gotta walk home in my Barkley's
(Fuck)
Heart beat my heart beat for the bread
I mean I love my momma
But I'm in love wit da check
I gotta count da gualla
Only thing that put me to bed
I ain't hanging witta hatter
Making bangers instead
I was smokin on Jamaica
Like I came witta dread
Rollin refer while
Ya baby momma lay in my bed
I was smokin on Jamaica
Like I came witta dread
Ima lay em to rest yeah
Used to sell dope in the hallway
Always told me that you love me
Fuck that bitch I couldn't trust it
You a bum I had to find it out the hard way
I used to want it so damn bad
But now the world inside my hand
Tryna bust that pussy open on a Sunday
I ain't gone front I'm tryna fuck
I think I fell in love with xans
See you walking like a model on da run way some day
Tryna give the world to you one day
I jus sold a pound up at the Arby's
That's yo baby momma man I'm sorry I'm sorry yeah
(Im sorry Im sorry)