Top Songs By pineappleCITI
Lyrics
I’ma kill shit the whole summer
Your new bitch got my old number
Broke **** wanna hold something
Broke **** never own nun'
Gold diggers smell them hoes coming
Repping Jersey like I’m Joe Budden
Police never told nothing
Smoking dope up while I roll up
Camouflage, I do no stunting
Sabotage ‘cause the hoes wanna
Living lavish, life is rose colored
Look how I’m living now
Look how I came up
Look they said that the money would change us
Look we hated cause **** just ain’t us
We all live and dangerous
My shooters hang out of the Range trucks
So much money I might need a Brink truck
Count up more while you **** take pay cuts
Count up more while you **** just scrape up
Get your weight up
Fuck you **** thought, I gave up?
Fuck you **** thought, I gave fucks?
Bobby Shmurda with the bars
Like a **** caught a charge
Old bitches hit my phone now
Cause they see me really ‘bout to get into it
See me balling on the court now
So they really tryna be the movement
I been a beast since like seven eleven
I bought the heaven that I’d be a legend
They was in sheets, yeah they slept in, no resting
For me to OD, like was checking checklists
Now I’ma kill shit the whole summer
New bitch got my old number
Broke **** wanna hold something
Broke **** never own nun'
Gold diggers smell them hoes coming
Repping Jersey like I’m Joe Budden
Police never told nothing
Hold up, hold up, hold up
I’ma kill shit the whole summer
Your new bitch got my old number
Broke **** wanna hold something
Broke **** never own nun'
Gold diggers smell them hoes coming
Repping Jersey like I’m Joe Budden
Police never told nothing
Smoking dope up while I roll up
Rolling up another, pass it to my brother
Swear we never sober, we be drinkin’, totin’
He said you wavy, just lately you on shit
Like you got the juice, you got the potion
Y’all **** need me like my path was chosen
Celebrate this shit now every time we toastin’
I receive the vision like I’m Randy, open for the pass
See that’s why these **** mad
I’ma kill shit the whole summer
New bitch got my old number
Broke **** wanna hold something
Broke **** never own nun’
Gold diggers smell them hoes coming
Repping Jersey like I’m Joe Budden
Police never told nothing
Hold up, hold up, hold up
I’ma kill shit the whole summer
Your new bitch got my old number
Broke **** wanna hold something
Broke **** never own nun’
Gold diggers smell them hoes coming
Repping Jersey like I’m Joe Budden
Police never told nothing
Smoking dope up while I roll up
If fresh don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you (yeah yeah)
If fresh don’t trust you, think I’m Future (yeah yeah)
The forty don’t trust you, I’m gon shoot you (bang bang, yeah)
Pass the weed, pour my left hand side
All you fuckers get your hands high
Never answer off the landline
Sitting on a fucking landmine
Old girl want to spend time
Ho you ain’t never spent time
Lord knows I got to get mine
**** owe me like it’s rent time
**** owe me like it’s rent time
Yeah, living rose colored
If fresh don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you (yeah yeah)
If fresh don’t trust you, think I’m Future (yeah yeah)
I’ma kill shit the whole summer
Your new bitch got my old number
Broke **** wanna hold something
Broke **** never own nun’
Gold diggers smell them hoes coming
Repping Jersey like I’m Joe Budden
Police never told nothing
Smoking dope up while I roll up
Written by: pineappleCITI
