Touched

When I was on my ass
Was to da neck
Ain’t got no niggas wit me

Can’t fuck wit bitches
Dat be Penny pintchin

I ain’t ever gotta switch the clip
Cuz it hold a 50

He always blastin
Das my nigga jimmy

Dark tint
Glocked up
Balenciaga socked up

Runnin fo his life
Heard he tried
But He still got touched

Chased em down and packed em out
On site Ain’t have to use the 9

Lord forgive me but these niggas
Make me do the crimes

Waitin outside for these niggas
Like a worried mom

I can’t wait cuz if he slippin
Nigga Ima slide

I can’t fuck wit broke ass niggas
Dat always need a ride

And when it come to these bitches
God I hate a liar

Save this bitch or do a line
Ima do da line

Know u said u loved me
But a nigga traumatized

Half these bitches gone be old
Wit cats drinking wine

If she throw another bag ima
Break her spine

I get real reckless off this don
Damn near lose my mind

Finna buss down a watch
So I can tell da time

If u catch me cheat fuck admitting
Ima tell a lie

Old school to these niggas
Call I call em jive

Ion do drugs don’t sip act
Off my life I’m high

Slap the shit out this bitch
Jus for sayin hi

Think I gotta chill
Too aggressive when I don’t eat

I might lick the pussy
But don’t test me ion do feet

Into gettin money
You won’t catch up in no beef

Ion play games twisted clowns
Ima throw flames

Jus to fit in like a lame
He gone drop names
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Jus threw a dub on my neck
To let it shine like some oil sheen

Hardly be in touch wit my family
Mama miss me

Jet lagged
I be Inda air
Like a frisbee

Ask any of them hoes
I fucked wit bet they miss me

Baby I can’t slow down
I gotta get to it

If we talkin money
Bitch I been fluent

Been strapped at kick backs
Noddin but don’t take naps

Called my nigga Gino
Cuz they trippin he do get backs

Das off the dribble
Ion fuck wit many niggas

Smokey call my phone
Everytime he get to trippin

Trap phone jumpin
Keepin count like da census

When im flashin all this money
Niggas act fan these bitches