Track #1 off my self produced project Teardrop Symmetry out on ALL platforms
Produced by Woe aka Blunt Wrap Billy
LYRICS :
They said my shit go dumb ion do it enough
These bitches passing out drugs like who wanna bump
And I remember back when who was giving a fuck
They like Woe you gotta chill, you be doing too much
I guess if I don't wake up it was meant to be
See you is not that guy you pretend to be
I been fucked in the head like, mentally
There's a reason I forget what you said to me
This for all the fake hoes yall slept on me
I got smoke for anybody tryna step on me
This shit not long enough can you extend the beat
Bitch, I could break yo heart wit a mp3
Ain't no telling what he's got in his tackle box
Ain't no telling what he's got in his tackle box
You know I got a sweet spot for a ratchet thot
I get on the beat and I could run a fucking marathon
I could really give a broke bitch sum to brag about
I could give you hating muh fuckas some to rap about
If we go to war ain't no stopping, we gon drag it out
I brought her back to the crib had her tapping out
Birthdays was the worst days
Still sippin faygo when I'm parched bitch
I be spitting facts from the heart, bitch
It won't be no shit, If you don't start shit
Im really locked in with the market
Zaza smelling like an arm pit
Why the shit you smoking smell like garbage
I am more than a artist
Woe there working on his excellence
I ain't got no time to make a extra friend
Shawty spend the night, but then you gotta dip
It ain't nothing bout me that is permanent
But my intelligence, I just murder shit
I wouldn't touch the bit that you was lurking with
They always tryna figure out who I'm working with
And lil bitch, we could never make it work again