Hurting Is Wack

Glah Glah boom
Like
It's MG
Like I'm back
I told bro that you better move tact
Cause niggas is dying and not even lacking
Nigga run up better up it and blast
That's facts
On bro
Niggas mixy ain't fucking wit that
And she want my love I'm in love with the racks
Bitch I hopped out my birkin and got in my bag
Cause hurting is wack
Bro tote
On a grip
It came wit a beam and that shit got a kick
When he shoot
Never miss
If you know then you know swear you know how it get
No Belaire
Bro popping bottles
Feening for pussy got lined by a model
Turn his main bitch
To my side hoe
Don't turn a hoe to a wife that's the motto
Like and I'm geeking and shit
3 Opps in the spot like all 3 could get hit
Like the trend feening to blitz
And I know she a thotty she feening for dick
Rah that's my brother I'm taking that risk
Free all my brothers that's stuck in them bricks
Word to my mother I know how it get
Only loving my mother no love for a bitch
Unless she the one
But I feel these bitches don't really want love
Like how you leave me for a bum
Next bitch to leave me she meeting this gun
And all these other bitches dubs
The fuck I look like tryna fuck wit a scrub
Them niggas talking swear they dumb
When bro up the chop they gon run
And he ain't even oot
Heard he talking on bro like be ready to shoot
Like what these niggas gon do
I'm wit Trav bet that nigga run him at his shoes
And Mike he walking wit the tool
And if I call up flexo bet he booming too
Bro walk wit a big bitch it's shaking the room
All the bitches tryna get in tune
She geeking off the Molly
She feening on my body
She tweaking tryna line me
Free my demon caught a homi
If it's up then it's lit
Watch ya block when you walk on ya strip
Call up bro and I bet you he spin
Ain't no running on feet he gon shoot out the whip