Lyrics

Whatever
Sleepin' with my stick, I feel like a koala in this bitch
Sleepin' on the BMG, I leave ya sleepin' with the fish
****, what
Wait
Sleepin' with my stick, I feel like a koala in this bitch
Sleepin' on the BMG, I leave ya, sleepin' with the fish
Roll the cracka pack straight to the face, I'm tryna scratch an itch
****, I been runnin' with them wolves, I feel like Pekovic
I ain't ask her what she tryna do, she fuckin' off the rip
Shawty had outstanding service, had to leave her with a tip
I'm a dog-ass ****, think I need a microchip
****, my knot so motherfucking thick, I'm breakin' paperclips
Y'all **** act like kids
What the fuck is you gon' do when shit get crucial God forbid
I already told y'all once that I don't play about my chips
You gon' be duckin' me forever, but that's how you wanna live
This ho told me she was single, that lyin shit blow my lid
Couple fuck **** don't like me, they can't tell me what I did
I was posted in the back, plottin' on vengeance with Lil' Vid
I'ma work this fuckin' stick, I ain't gettin' in no grid
Man, y'all **** sleep
Sleepin' with my stick, I feel like a koala in this bitch
Sleepin' on the BMG, I leave ya, sleepin' with the fish
Roll the cracka pack straight to the face, I'm tryna scratch an itch
I used to trip about makin' ends meet, I don't lose sleep about that shit
I don't know y'all from a can of paint, y'all **** on my dick
Jefe pop up out that motherfuckin' cut, handle that shit
They heard some rumors bout the BMG, took it and ran with it
Another **** say my name, he gon' get his candle lit
We gon' blow his candle out, treat a **** ass like Uncle Phil
Throw him out the house
I ain't tryna leave the crib
Without a couple different calibers
You never know when it could be your last day on the calendar
I'm gone
Sleeping with my -
Written by: 509 BMG
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