Lil Rod-D - GGabo

Who the fuck texting me foe
(GLA)
Who the fuck texting me foe in the mf stu
On gang
Gang
Young Dope boy polo sweats jordan 3s
I remember holding slug's now my pockets full of cream
He was dissing on the dead now that lil boy deceased
I just want a loyal bitch I don't want a baba treesh
Got that college check sorry mom I started trapping
I was broke asl so I had to make some happen
I ain't had shit coming up so I'm forever flexing
I just rolled a back wood this bitch fat like precious
I been junked my acura now I want a lexus
Smoking thrax eating granola bars that's my breakfast
I just reached 600 plays scratch that off the
Checklist
My main dip always tripping moved on to the next bitch
America runs on money fuck dunkin donuts
It was days we ain't have no money eating cold cuts
I have zero feelings for a bitch I got numb nuts
Told that bitch to kick rocks she's a broke ass slut
Balling on these fuck niggas feel like Kyrie in the clutch
Running through these 5 packs I be smoking too much
I put money over everything these hoes think I'm tripping
I got my heart broke too many times but it fixed my vision
It be yo own kind that wanna see you dead or in a prison
Now I'm out the way stacking chewy boxes for that skrilla
Unkie stay with some thrax he a solid dope dealer
I remember days on whipple in four wheelers
I taught myself to never give a fuck even if I do
Hopping out, 5 deep, out the van, like scooby doo
Off the henny and belaire got me twisted in the stu
Smoking on this purple shit coughing like I got the flu
If I didn't shake yo hand nigga I can't fuck with ya
Steady making plays like every day my life a flea flicker
I don't want a cup bitch I don't fuck with cheap liquor
Everyday I gotta make it home stay clutching on my trigger
Bitch (Uh)
I stay clutching on my trigger (Uh)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Ima end the year off with this shit gang)
(Ion even know what the fuck to call this shit)
Double Gabo
Abo Bitch

Written by:
Gabriel Ross

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