Lyrics

I don't know why **** keep releasin' this mediocre
(This is cru and you're listening to d0llywood1)
I'm smoking gas, and I know you can tell just by the odor
Them **** dissin', I don't know how you kept your composure
Them **** always on internet shit, whole time I've known 'e-
This is Ayla and you fuckin' with d0llywood1
Real Trap Shit
**** don't got no motion, I don't got no emotions
Give me flowers, I'm owed it, I could die any moment
Back when my hair was growin', knew I was gon' be goated
Got that Loyno enrollment, now I don't got opponents
Still don't need a diploma, I feel like Matt Cardona
I'm in the mall I throw up, this relationship over
Kara, when you gon' grow up, that bitch what I'm composed of
Fuck your bitch with a closeup, she textin' me, I show up
I don't care if we broke up
I'll never be a broke fuck She broke down and she toe up
I had to get my dough up, I tried to keep my hopes up
I hope I never blow up, shit I couldn't jus' own up
Shit I couldn't just make up, **** think that they own us
That bitch is always a hater, I stay rockin' and rollin'
Can't recall what I told her, momma, I'm gettin' older
Bitch I'm a BHSOULJAH, twin Glocks, acting bipolar
I just can't wait to po' up, mixin' it in the soda
Don't touch the mic, avoid that bitch like that bitch got Ebola
I been the realest **** since they knew me as Dakota
I just can't feel these pussies, bitch I'm on Ashwaghanda
I don't got friends but I just can't be a popular loner
I really do this shit, these new **** obviously posers
I was popping shit before I could even pop a boner
And I just miss my ****, this shit I wish I could show her
I know these **** only like me because they want exposure
Bitch if I'm from the NOLA, you go low I go lower
I still call her my twin, even though she born in October
Did shit that Tony did, they shoulda made me a promoter
I don't know why **** keep releasin' this mediocre
I'm smoking gas, and I know you can tell just by the odor
Them **** dissin', I don't know how you kept your composure
Them **** always on internet shit, whole time I've known 'em
This is Ayla and you fuckin' with d0llywood1
Aye, aye, aye, aye, go
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go
Written by: Jahson J. Gutter
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