Ashxs - I Don't Sell Grams

Sorry that I’m late, I had to make a couple stops
Had to sell a couple sacks to a couple of your moms
Hoe I don’t sell grams, only hit me for the pounds
But if you a bad bitch, might let you buy an ounce
Hell nah, I wont match, I got a place to be
Only fuckin on my custos so my dick is never free
Shawty sayin that she pregnant, she don’t even know my name
This hoe insane, I’m bouta dip, cause all my problems start with dames
Man fuck the name, i want the peace, tired of livin off the streets
I ain’t sayin that i’m homeless, I’m just runnin thru the ps
I been tryna dodge the feds, I ain’t worried bout enemies
hit em with the antifreeze, I’m colder than a bag of peas, but
I still wish em all the best
But they can’t fuck w me
I don’t fuck em free, nah I don’t fuck w beef
Yeah yeah, ha-ha. know you tryna leech my game
But I’m already at ya neck, why you think I got these fangs?
Ha, aye when I walk in buildings make the floor shake
Every time I go into a store they think i’m stealing shit
Though I got enough up in my pocket that could buy their bitch
If y’all been together for ten years, I just need ten minutes
Ha, aye, cocky motherfucker, but I’ll back it up
Ha, aye, hoe I got bars, I don’t need a hook
Don’t play, you gonn’ get choked either way
This is my day, you could call me selfish, hustlers say I’m paid
Sorry that I’m late, I had to make a couple stops
Had to sell a couple sacks to a couple of your moms
Hoe I don’t sell grams, only hit me for the pounds
But if you a bad bitch, might let you buy an ounce
Hell nah, I wont match, I got a place to be
Only fuckin on my custos so my dick is never free
Shawty sayin that she pregnant, she don’t even know my name
This hoe insane, I’m bouta dip, cause all my problems start with dames

Written by:
Coltyn Safford

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