Lyrics
I'm about to get my .40
I'm about to, .40, .40
I'm a-, for a victim pushing, get my .40
I'm a-, I'm a-, I'm a-, finna go upon a-, .40, million, ride clean
Okay, I spit, fuck that shit
Life goes hard when you come up quick
Not so dark when you don't know shit
I can never seem to get rid of it
Oh, I'm so sick
Baby, won't you help me make my wish come true?
Come true, yeah
No chance, I don't want your comfort
No chance, I don't want you back
No chance, I don't want your comfort
No chance, I don't want your comfort
No chance, I don't want your comfort
No chance, I don't want your comfort
Okay, I spit, fuck that shit
Life goes hard when you come up quick
Not so dark when you don't know shit
I can never seem to get rid of it
Oh, I'm so sick
Baby, won't you help me make my wish come true?
Come true, yeah
Turn myself around
Turn myself around
Turn myself around, uh
Turn myself around
Written by: KUTE