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Sometimes-Sometimes I need me somebody to talk to
But I can’t make the wrong move
Bitch I need me a Glock with a when I walk through
I can’t fuck with no false dudes
Bitch, I’m tryna touch down on, make it magic
Look I’m movin' in silence, I came to get
They set up an alarm 'cause they ain’t get the message
I-I'm tryna make these boys jealous
Searchin' for, heaven
Triple sevens, got a cross on my necklace
I can’t hang with the gang, shit ain’t the same
I’m posted up wit a wapon
I’m posted up by my lonely
I do this shit by myself
Thse niggas actin' so phony
Switchin' up, act like my homies
I done came up, fell off
Callin' up, air it out
Y’all people hatin' on me, oh no
Y’all people hatin' on me, oh no
And I’m sippin' on drank that’s that wock heart
I got cuts in my jeans, I’m a popstar
Y’all niggas sweet — Pop Tart
Watch me leap in the crowd like a rockstar
We gon wild, we go ape in the moshpit
Boy, you not a shooter, you won’t pop shit
Office like, get hit with a dropkick
I’m smokin' on premium dope wit a chopstick
And I get money, I count it up monthly
I can’t hang with these niggas, they phony
Smokin' on dope off the pack, and it’s funky
Off of the drugs, I tell shawty don’t touch me
Sometimes-Sometimes I need me somebody to talk to
But I can’t make the wrong move
Bitch I need me a Glock with a when I walk through
I can’t fuck with no false dudes
Bitch, I’m tryna touch down on, make it magic
Look I’m movin' in silence, I came to get
They set up an alarm 'cause they ain’t get the message
I-I'm tryna make these boys jealous
Searchin' for, heaven
Triple sevens, got a cross on my necklace
I can’t hang with the gang, shit ain’t the same
I’m posted up wit a weapon
I’m posted up by my lonely
I do this shit by myself
These niggas actin' so phony
Switchin' up, act like my homies