Steph WitDaShot - Last Line

Found me a plug, I'm in the booth, my phone's still 5%
Thinkin' about go snatchin' me a, Coop put tint on 5%
Stayed down all the shit that we've been through, I had to time this shit
They know that my bank roll ugly, still with the finest bitch
Might drop my pin when post IG, they still ain't findin' me
I'm in the yo' third cup of lean while tryna find the beat
Already gave this bitch my all, can't get the rest to me
All these hund's on me know I'm a ball, they think I signed last week
They already know I'm too checked up, why they keep testin' me
Askin' bout that pack, he checkin' up, said it'll be there next week
Drive itself , I'ma pull a Tesla while she sexin' me
Inhale the smoke, bitch this big ol backie, ain't no Swisher Sweet
Said she wanna get her back beat, put the bitch to sleep
I'ma take these drugs until six feet because this shit that deep
Pour this red inside my cup today I bleed the streets
They cut my throat, still in my face, won't let me bleed in peace
But I'ma just go run that money up, I know how to heal
So sorry for him, damn, that nigga stuck, he can't get out that deal
Hard for me to trust, I broke her heart, I did it out of fear
Still postin' in the trap, pray every day we make it outta here
I get that sack and home run, you know they outta here
Sneakin', geekin', know he on one, he got that powder stare
In the day, know I'ma count it up and let it pile right there
They tryna keep them tags and files on us, but they can't find a hair
They can't find a trace, let this bitch tell it she been used to the finer things
Know I cant go for anything or let him in my head
My love left tryna find a place, I think my heart is dead
Heard my mom say so many times, you got the hardest head
She done proved to me so many times, she got the rawest head
Sippin' on this lean down to my last line, we drunk all the red
Everything I said is me, and off the mind because my phone is dead
Find me a plug, I'm in the booth, my phone still 5%
Thinkin' bout go snatchin' me a coupe, put tint on 5%
Stay down all this shit that we been through, I had to time this shit
They know that my bank roll ugly, still with the finest bitch
Might drop my pen when post IG, they still ain't findin' me
I'm in the yo on my third cup of lean while tryna find a beat
Already gave this bitch my all, can't give the rest of me
All these hund's on me know I'm a ball, they think I sign last week

Written by:
Stephen Singleton

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