SGA Lyrics

I'm scoring at my own pace, I feel like SGA

I might just vote for Trump the way he gave out SBA's

The route we took got burnt, we gotta find another way

Ain't no time to sit and pout, lil bro, we gotta get this pape

The shit that I just spent, bought as much as you just made

She wanna come over, I'm at Dover, sorry, bae, you got away

I'm rockin' Jean-Paul Gaultier, Nigo era Bape

Smokin' P's in the VIP, stuffin' woods with a 8th

You bringin' up the past, what you get from it

Keep receipts for all my bitches, I might send ha back

I got high and do too much, like why I send her that

Please don't send no troops, cause you know you won't get them back

What would you do for love?

What would you do for drugs?

I got some niggas treat me realer than my fuckin' blood

I got a girl that's close to me, but I can't say it's love

Cause soon as you say it's love, that's when she wanna call it off

I told lil bro to hit the edge like a HB Toss

We poppin' tags when we in Neiman's, used to shop at Ross

Ain't playin' fair, ain't playin' even, what the fuck he thought

It's crazy, niggas be aggressive and they fuckin' soft

It's crazy how you slimed me out, but you my fuckin' dog

But I triple cross, just for extra measure

She so bad, know they hatin' when we got together

Yeah, grip tape on the Glock, he shoot in any weather

She love how I does it, say I'm presidential

Fear of God on my body, yeah, I rock essentials

Nigga dumb as fuck, like he don't got no mental

I'ma drive the Hellcat coupe like a fuckin' rental

Niggas can't get no hoes cause they can't keep it simple

Surprised they ain't even sue me, I don't clear my samples

Punch it while we ridin', I just need a proxy

When I found them Bins, I had to leave my college