[Verse 1]. The top drawers are empty. I don't have enough. Things to replace. All of your stuff. . And nothing's the same but. The memories remain oh.
[Verse 1]. Oh woman please be true. I'm not a man that reads right through. An unfaithful heart. With pretty words that tear my world apart. Don't lie to me tonight.
[Verse 1}. 'Nother day and another place to be. Other people that don't know much 'bout me. I am waiting for the church bells to ring but right now. Can't look to you for anything.
[Verse 1]. I hate when he leaves. And the tears start. And I'm all alone. But I love that boy. So I wait for him. 'Til he comes home. . There's a promise.
Chorus. . Gotta a whip full of shooters. My clip is extended like nigga let's do it (Bang Bang). My Digi Scale stupid the work jumping off it like Patrick Ewing.
These niggas know how I'm living got a pocket full of dead white niggas. Got a back seat for the bad b****** and the Dutch Master full of that white widow.
Nigga fell asleep in bed full a bad bitches. Gotta ounce of Molly in my pocket gettin cash wit it. These niggas sad I ain't nuttin like these rap niggas.
TrapHouse Digital the Squad. Im The head nigga in charge. Money bustin out my pockets bitch and the ain't no mirage. Old school in the garage 2 broads that look like Nicki bout to have us A Minaj.
HOOK. . Trap all day trapping all night. Servin Molly's, lil Green and that white. Count all Day, counting all night. Yesterday I fucked em up the trap was jumpin all night.
Zaytiggy you a fool for this one. My wrist automatic. Pockets mathematic. Bitch so dramatic. Hit the club its cinematic. Standin on the couches all problamatic.
Nigga ask me "What UP". Ticket on dat loud. This that Pop-A-Lot shit bitch turn that up louder. We was caine movin, Now we flyin in them foreigns nigga.
CHORUS. . I was a young nigga I had it all. 20 inches riding past the mall. Straight swish like a basketball. I was in the trap when I got the call. My nigga hit my phone.
Ball Ball All we do is ball. Ever since I was small I been runnin thru the mall. And A nigga had it all I was always on call. Just tell me what you want.
Yacht masters and Cuban links nigga..... . Started with A ounce then I got A pound just tryna Jugg the whole thang.... . INTRO. . Antrax that propane (Gas).
Damon A. born in Santa Fe. To a lovely girl who knew nothing of the world. He said, baby boy, go for the fame, go for the fame. He said, I dont know, let me explain.
I know I, I won't make it don't know what to do. They say that love is easy but they must have forgot you. Oh, she's a talking thing so full of glee. But twenty-one months will not agree.
Always on the water. When the night comes down. I can't figure it out. Back to going nowhere. . Don't know why you want it. Thought that we fade out. Sometimes only doubt.
You turned on me though. I didn't know, oh.... And you seen through my holes. Stuck on my own, oh.... . All that I need, founded and she. Calling me in.
Its all coming back to me today. All of the bait. The god of email wants me to stay. I should obey. My father told me "Go for the pay" (go for the pay, oh no).
They call me a little wound-up. See, I'm upset because I've always been stuck. But I don't know what it is I'm without. Guess I'm in love with always feeling down.