TyFlyy - NEED NO AIM

Yes
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Aw
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Just to get rich, sell they soul
Aye
Say she love me, you never know.
Aye
Aye
She tell me I'm him, I already know
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye, I ran up my pape, so I'm talking shit now
Feel like Chris Brown, beat the pack, move that bitch out
I remember I ain't had no money at my bitch house
Guess it's lit now, everyone wanna be my friend now
Got a text from that bitch, said she put my shit out
Guess it's back to the bricks, gotta figure shit out
I got some drugs and a hoopty with a iPhone 8
White boy just hit my line to make sure I'm straight
Now I can afford it, I'm a pour my drank
If it's early in the morning, I make sure I bake
I got shit that's more important, I ignore my hate
I told her, bae, you can record it, just don't show my face
Aye
Just to get rich, niggas, sell they soul
Hop on a plane with it, or you mail it home
Aye, you can get it back just like you did before
Aye, she telling me I'm it, but I already know
They gon' pray for you to fail, make them die waitin
Gang came masked up he look like Jason
I hit her from the back and she start shakin
I never cross the gang, cause that shit is sacred
When I took a loss, I just start saving
Had to fucking glow up like I'm Super Saiyan
That FN on my hip, and it's fuckin stainless
Shoot from the hip, I don't need no aim
Shoot from the hip, I don't need no aim

Written by:
Tyshawn Seymour

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