Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home
All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone
When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders
Just crashed my car driving on the thruway no way,
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay
Blowing head back, bottles by the zone
I fought back, now my parents are on the phone
Playin with fire is a danger zone
You didn't even talk to me on the phone
Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep
While your driving me to the court so you can accept defeat,
Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right
I keep texting on my phone for the whole night
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