No Pt - Try It

Off a perc sorry hoe I can't feel you
Hate is sickness to cure it I'll kill you
Can't ran it up with me he in the rear view
I put a Lens on the chop this a clear view
Put some money on him then the beef went silent
Like what happen to him I don't know keep quiet
Pockets fat but I'm a slim green money no diet
Bullets knock off his brim we ain't running come try it
No we ain't hiding you ain't taking nada
Let me keep it frank chop sing like Sinatra
Make her scream like Cindy I know she gone holler
I told her don't spit it out she better swallow
All this water on me I'm a walking aquarium
Grave diggers round me be itching to bury him
Nobody more loyal than money I married it
I got some hundreds that's older than Harriet
Niggas be hoes I peeped
Said her main nigga wanna be me
He stalking my shit like creep
Vampire PT you sleep?
Diamonds bust out of the charm 3D
Fuck if you love me do you need me
Bad bitch wanna fuck me saw me on tv
Necklace be wetter than water no squiggie
T R U S T fuck is that thing
L O V E fuck does that mean
GLE no lease tryna fuck up the streets wide body Hoe this ain't a jeep
Rich ass nigga gotta pay to get next time me
Pull up stop texting me
I look at my cup like bae what's best for me
I listen to the lean
Codiene sipper live life like a dream
I just can't let 'em see
Off two pills no I can't go to sleep
If I close my eyes I OD
Blue hundreds on me we like lilo and stitch
Pouring up mud I be itching to sip
The more bitches on me the more nervous she get
I move with demons they wanted for shit
Off a perc sorry hoe I can't feel you
Hate is sickness to cure it I'll kill you
Can't ran it up with me he in the rear view
I put a Lens on the chop this a clear view
Put some money on him then the beef went silent
Like what happen to him I don't know keep quiet
Pockets fat but I'm a slim green money no diet
Bullets knock off his brim we ain't running come try it

Written by:
Elijah Collins

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