Would You Marry Me? Lyrics

Only time she need me when her bills late

I been moving state to state

I'm still on probation

I might be way far away

I'm still in rotation

Done being patient

I'm just gone go and get it

Yeah if I sit there and wait

That day might never come

Fell in love with guns with no safety

I'm trying to let it off

Bet a hundred

You gone lose a hundred if you don't put it on me nigga

Look my dog passed me a runner

We call that a flea flicker

Might not never fuck the hoe

But I just love to sleep with her

I don't need niggas

I been sipping baby bottle pop

I need a lean sitter

I don't even like black bitches no more

I think I need a Jenner

I know she a catfish on the low

But I'm gone still hit her

Winner winner chicken dinner

Nigga my blood thicker

You gone cry a river

When you find out I'm your man's killer

She gone give me good lip service

Look she don't need a filler

Four-five on my hip

Still serving

Even though I can't be with pistols

Probably got a warrant

I'm still recording

I see the bigger picture

I ain't even horny

I'm still gone fuck

Like I just need to drill her

Been getting money

You just came up

Nigga I see the difference

Still in the trenches

Getting busy

With that same itchy

Got to separate and keep my distance

Call it lane switching

Put it all together independently

But gang with me

Please don't come up asking me about no nigga that ain't with me

I'm way different

I can't afford to have my name in it

I made niggas

But I can't take away what came with it

My face official

You niggas won't tarnish the gang image

I keep a pistol

But I wouldn't use it on this lame nigga

My mama told me pick your battles

But I'm angry and I'm anxious

Plus I'm dangerous

I just upped blick on a nigga just for looking at me crazy

I was up like six figures in the hood in 2018

I made so much cake inside the lakes nigga on 38th Street

Just know I'm gone get some pape baby if you know anything

Hey if loving you is wrong I'm trying to feel every bit of pain

Look I'm married to the streets

But my block ain't got wedding rings

All we got is sticks and chops

Baby would you come marry me

Baby would you marry me

Aye come here and marry me

Baby would you marry me

Would you marry me

Would you marry me

Baby would you marry me