Xhulooo - NVRBEASUCKA (feat. Yung Fazo)

Yeah
And I'll never be a sucka, I been countin' too much bread (And I'll never be a sucka)
You could try it if you want to, but play with me, then you dead (Try it then you dead)
I be brushing off the hate, 'cause, I don't care bout what they said
I don't talk about my life too much, 'cause, I know they be fed
I just made a bag and I was sitting on my bed (On my bed, yeah)
I walk out the store, she tryna see what I get (What I get, yeah)
I heard that's his girl, but, she tryna play with my dreads
Better not play with my head (Yeah)
I'm tryna live my life today (Yeah)
Do anything for a deal
I bet you'll sign your life away
Choppa give 'em wings, I bet I watch that lil boy fly away (I watch 'em fly, yeah)
Know it was a stick fight, boy put your knife away (Yeah, ugh)
Know you want attention, I got time today (Yeah)
Brand new, Audi R8, I'm 'bout to drive away (Ugh)
Shooter come in clutch, sliding right away (Huh, ugh)
Bet he run off with it, ain't no hideaways (Ain't no hideaways, yeah)
Yeah it's 6PM in the A, and all I do is think about you (Yeah, yeah)
How I'm 'posed to sleep at night if it feel like you hate me out the blue?
I never been a sucka, way I count up all this bread (Yeah-yeah)
You say that you love me, I said "Let's be friends instead" (Yeah-yeah)
Can't fuck with no average hoe, I need me Barbie, Ken, oh (Yeah-yeah)
I ain't feel good yesterday
Now I wake up, make a quick Milly, I go and get that bag, okay (Yeah-yeah)
Bands too high, if I look too long, it feels like I just passed away (Yeah-yeah)
Roll a blunt, I smoke that gas, it make me feel relaxed, okay (Yeah-yeah, skr)
Uh-huh, Uh-huh, know I'm the one (Brrrr)
You is my son
And you seen, I been going too dumb (Bee)
Try steal my swag and he run (Yeah)
Ha, I pull out that gun (Woah)
Put a beam on the Glock, make em jump (Yeah)
Yeah, they know that I'm just having fun
Easy how life go, I roll a blunt and smoke it up (Skr, yeah-ah)
I just get high above my shoulders, feel like Uzi, feel like Uzi (Yeah-ah, yeah-ah)
When I'm talkin' brand new Marni (Yeah-ah)
I got Prada, she gon' use me, she gon' use me (Yeah-ah)
'Cause I get the money quick, she know my life is like a movie, ah
Yeah, I'm like damn, I don't want you
You said you love me too much, and I'm like "Fuck you" (I'm like "Fuck you")
I said that I love you, you said you don't love me back
I'm gon' get that gun too, I don't know how to react, yeah
(Yeah, ah, yeah)
And I'll never be a sucka, I be countin' too much bread (And I'll never be a sucka)
You could try it if you want to, but play with me, then you dead (Try it then you dead)
I be brushing off the hate, 'cause, I don't care bout what they said
I don't talk about my life too much, 'cause, I know they be fed (Yeah, yeah)
I just made a bag and I was sitting on my bed (On my bed, yeah)
I walk out the store, she tryna see what I get (What I get, yeah)
I heard that's his girl, but, she tryna play with my dreads (Yeah-ah, yeah, yeah)
And I'll never be a sucka, I be countin' too much bread (And I'll never be a sucka)
You could try it if you want to, but play with me, then you dead (Try it then you dead)
I be brushing off the hate, 'cause, I don't care bout what they said
I don't talk about my life too much, 'cause, I know they be fed (Yeah, yeah)
I just made a bag and I was sitting on my bed (On my bed, yeah)
I walk out the store, she tryna see what I get (Yeah, yeah )
I heard that's his girl, but, she tryna play with my dreads

Written by:
Arturo LaMotta, Fazan Munshi

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