ToDinero - My Own World

I don't even know what else to say, I don't know how else to put in this shit
Your account ain't hit four digits, you niggas broken shit
Slime ass nigga, no love for a groupie bitch
This bitch a gas eater, 80 dollars loaded
Light up the wood, I'm in the fast lane, I'm focusing
Blue man gon profile, so I ride in the left lane
Range in the backyard, shootin' chops at propane
Shotgun in the household, I'm feelin' like Cobain
Hundred round, honey bun drum, I don't need no aim
Pick up speed, I'm gliding, sharp turn, lose traction
I was in my own world smokin', baby, what happened
Niggas ain't outside, they dodgin', duckin' and flaggin'
B.B. hold my fit together, you see that I'm braggin'
She ain't really worth shit, she think that she classy
T.O. stay gettin' to them deals like Bradley
Her mama like sixty, but she still call me daddy
Load up them rounds and get them gone, do it gladly
Turn a line to some powder, I just used a baking press
My white boy takin' Percocets, he say he stressin' less
All that pussy shit for the birds, we knock them out they nest
Bitch, I don't miss, I hit your face, won't even graze your vest
Put yourself inside that battle, you is not a soldier
Fill up the wood with "Sun Rock Nation" like I smoke with Hova
Hop out the back and dump that stick, I'm tryna flip him over
I can't let mama know what I do, I'm drinkin' special soda
I'm like, baby, suck on me, instead of getting loud with me
You seen the last tape, bae, tell me you proud of me
Heem got the Drac with him, I got the Josh with me
That's some slight, nigga, that mean a nine with me
Don't want no problem with me, all my niggas slide bout me
She don't spend no time with me, bitch still wanna slob on me
My niggas ride for me, do a homicide for me
We turn him dead nigga, that shit was all according

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