RedZoneRocket - Indian Giver

Indian giver I gave you my love Fronted my heart now I need it Back
And no I ain't bitter don't cry me a River cause I ain't the nigga that's Swimming through That
I learned from KD and Russ that a Win is must cause these niggas Stop having your Back
Know I'm that nigga ain't gotta Post with my pistols I Ain't gotta Post with my racks
Know that I'm lit I be drippin' like Wax
Them niggas get lit and start Speaking on wax
I'm killing the pussy she freaky in black
You in jail on the book you Exceeding the cap
Don't turn to my bro when you See me and dap
I know he be feeling some way in The back
I really ain't know Niggas need me Like that
They seeking attention want me to React
They seeking attention they want Me to check them
I'm focused on money I keep Getting better
She loving my hustle she keep Getting wetter
Get to eating that pussy like Hanibal lector
I'm strapped in the spot cause I Know niggas jealous
I seen what these niggas will do to Impress her
I seen what these niggas gone do Under pressure
Been cooking this Shìt got the Fiending for extra
Bad Guy shit I can't come to the Rescue
These niggas weird they hoes they Extra
I been out my dome, my zone, my Spectrum
They ain't trying to hear me I Guess they selective
Glocks on me I'm overprotective
You say you a stepper but you Overstepping
Run the point they compare me to Stephen
Serial haters compare them to Jeffery
I'm senior to Niggas but fresher Than freshman
Is these Niggas lames that's out of The question
Never been selfish I'm all in to Helping
Screenshotted the message you Goin out desperate
Need my attention got me feeling Special
Don't try to play me cause I'll ring Of death
Shìt a get spooky I'll go uncle Fester
They chasing the cheese I Kidnapped Chester
Indian giver I gave you my love Fronted my heart now I need it Back
And no I ain't bitter don't cry me a River cause I ain't the nigga that's Swimming through That
I learned from KD and Russ that a Win is must cause these niggas Stop having your Back
Know I'm that nigga ain't gotta Post with my pistols I Ain't gotta Post with my racks
Know that I'm lit I be drippin like Wax
Them niggas get lit and start Speaking on wax
I'm killing the pussy she freaky in black
You in jail on the book you Exceeding the cap
Don't turn to my bro when you See me and dap
I know he be feeling some way in The back
I really ain't know Niggas need me Like that
They seeking attention want me to React

Written by:
Jaren Jackson

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