Over The Hedge
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Things happen in cycles
Oh, they sayin'
Mm, mm, mm
They know I'm talkin', but they ain't even listenin'
Mm-hmm
Mm
Hmm
What you floating?
These niggas wanna see me dead
I ain't goin' like that, I ain't goin' like that
Know I keep my scrap
Yeah
In the back of the 'Bach with a big old MAC
Bro pay the cut on the North where he trap
On the D block, left his soul out there
Turnin' up in that thing, me and four out there
Why a couple niggas change?
Swะตonow I don't care
Hop out with them things, put souls in the air
Pretty little bitch gon' suck on my dick
I'ma buy her a bag, I'ma buy her some hair
Live every day like a weekend
Prefix, niggas say they ridin', but they pretend
Niggas at the shoreline why I'm on the deep end
Independent nigga, get that money, I don't depend
People be talkin', they don't practice what they preachin'
'Sposed to say they stay, but they wind up leavin'
How this shit finished, we ain't never ever begin
Double W, nigga, what that mean?
We win
Pour a double cup, that's a double dose
Big ass house and it came with a double door
Over street view, sittin' up on two fours
Poured up a eight, bro poured up two fours
Tryna throw me that cat, I don't need it
Baby asked if I ever had two hoes
This a 1V1, she callin' her friend like
"Dot, make room for one more"
I done heard everything they say about Dot
Yeah
I'd be lyin' if I said some of that shit ain't make me hot
Uh
Fuck them, ball, pull up trim with the doors off
Pop pulled up, purpin', he dozed off
Bro don't want syrup, pop a Perc off
Pop a X in the Scat, then I skrrt off
Zoom
I hit it and hit it and hit it and fuck up the engine
Yeah
Huh
I play with these bitches and Benjis, I get it, I spend it
Runnin' up commas, I count up the digits
I stack up the dollars, immaculate with it
She like how I fuck her, I'm passionate with it
I pull out her hair from the back, she gon' get it
Countin' up rolls, put the crumbs in my thumb
Smokin' on dope like a vent in my lung
Bitch wanna jost, ain't no winnin' with her
So I gotta go and get rid of that girl
She want it, I'm on it, pull up in the mornin'
I jump in the bed and put dick in that girl
But I leave in the mornin' and get to the money
It's call on my phone, I be pickin' it up
Wakin' up in my feelings
Huh
I ain't even pop no X
I ain't even have no sex
My money still talk, why the fuck I'm depressed?
.I don't know, got a fucked up mental
This pain brought so much stress
It's like I'm walkin' on eggshells
Tryna push me over the edge
Like, fuck it, I'ma drink this pint raw
I ain't tryna wake up when I doze off
DND my phone, nigga, don't call
I ain't tryna keep poppin' this seal off
I ain't got no energy for nothin'
Tryna argue with Dot, I'ma walk off
But this beef, I'ma push that button
I get a nigga whole block knocked off