Shakespeare Lyrics

High thinkin', I don't do no love, baby

Felt her ego back sinkin

I told her that I had some damn reasons

I can get you whacked, dawg, just by my pinkie

What's up

Machete on that Glock again

You gon' have to cut your hand

Everybody call you when you up, when you up again

Shit, shit, shit

Seen people die that was close to me

I'm high in the air with a vulture be

Too many people wanna notice me

But they ain't even notice me

But I'm lovin' this bitch, but it can't be true

She tellin' me lies, so I had to slide through

This bitch told me that her phone dead

But that message went turnin' blue

My thoughts gettin' loud

I think the blunt takin' over me

I just got so high

Threw the ashes in the Rose tree

Intuition kickin' in

I think it's takin' over me

But intuition kickin' in

He not where he's supposed to be

Caught him on the lane, lane three

Have a baller spree

But pull the racks out

Now we finna have a spinnin' spree

Niggas claimin' who they used to be

Oh shit, nigga

Niggas claimin' who they used to be

Old news, nigga

Big money, big bills

We just big blues, nigga

Fuck around this game

Get your gang and hit your crew, nigga

I don't do no talkin

My gang gon' pull up when we get to two, nigga

Jackin' on 20, 20, 20, 20, 22, nigga

Oh shit, mad about the money

Niggas caught the flu nigga

Old nigga, mad about the hunnids

You used to be young too, nigga

How you mad

We growed up and got our paper right

But it felt like my pocket got stung by a bee how it

Blew up overnight

Oh yeah, uh, overnight

You niggas mad about the hunnids

And they keep runnin

Your bitch gon' keep on countin' it up for a nig

And it's gon' keep runnin' on

Like a motherfuckin' bank teller

I just told that bitch

Yeah, you got your rank better

See, with that lame nigga

Told that ho do better

But how you gon' lie and cry

But how you gon' have that butterfly tattoo but never fly

But how you gon' tell them lies

On some other lies

And now you're tryin' to tell your side

But I ain't hearin' your side

Cause you just lyin' to a nigga who got racks

Oh, you try to block me

Cause you think I'm comin' back

But I got racks

Yeah, the rack's full

And I ain't comin' back

My pockets stay full

And I told you it's

Stuff like a stuffed crust

You can have the edge of my love like the crust

But this shit is

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