Truly Preezy - Dumb
They ask me who I am I tell them I'm the realist
I don't want the fame motivated by the riches
Cut my last hoe off why cause she always tripping
I live a private life so tell them hoes mind they business
Gervonta is my jeweler the way these diamonds on me hitting
Time is money and I ain't wasting time on these bitches
If you really love me cash app me if you with it
The good die young I'll rather be a menace
Right now I'm in beast mode turned up and on G O
Play the game don't let it play you I'm the one with the cheat codes
Baby imma big boy I hope you can deep throat
Yeah I'm too hot shoot my shot then I reload
Money on the table I remember I wasn't able my mama always told me you going to be something
I don't like to play though I'll give a nigga a halo and screaming fuck the labels we don't need them
We use to steal cable food stamps kept us stable I'm protected by the Draco I'm going to bleed something
Lowkey and I lay low I'm just here to get them pesos I got shooters on payroll so don't be dumb
Real and I'm genuine never been no fake in me
I don't really hang with niggas why cause they all make believe
Keep going don't quit that's what they hate to see
I am not them other guys niggas Bet not play with me
I keep a small circle everybody ain't my homie
With that pistol on me I be mobbing by my lonely
Anti social and I know it I don't really do the talkin
gave me head the first night she say she don't do this often
All praise to the most high cause nigga I'm blessed
I'm on that bougie shit so I can't settle for less
You think you that nigga I replied yes
I got 99 problems but a bitch can't make me stress
Money on the table I remember I wasn't able my mama always told me you going to be something
I don't like to play though I'll give a Nigga a halo and screaming fuck the labels we don't need them
Written by:
Deprey Lane
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