Our Last Hope? Lyrics

My last hope?

My last hope?

I'm feelin' some day ones that be hatin', I don't call them partners

I don't carry blicks no more cause police, they think we the robbers

I can't wait to fuck her out her brains after we watch the Dodgers

This the realest feeling you can get, she spicy like Sriracha

I'm feelin' some day ones that be hatin', I don't call them partners

I don't carry blicks, no more cause police, they think we the robbers

I can't wait to fuck her out her brains after we watch the Dodgers

This the realest feeling you can get, she spicy like Sriracha

These niggas went and made a brand new savage

Never hated, I show love and you abandoned

Switch my style up so you can feel this damage

B-T-T-W finna run whole damn planet

This the realest shit, stovellyy ever put out

I know this, we gon' hit before we go and put out

Ain't no goofy, we both hoes, we gotta pull out

Cause if this rap shit don't blow, how much is you gon' look out

We gon' put more in, head back in and watch them niggas we call friends

Looked a beat a couple times, my engine in, now I'm locked in

Can't even hit the studio and get high, it's still a struggle, baby

24 on my wall just to remind me that we all ball daily

I'm feelin' some day ones that be hatin', I don't call them partners

I don't carry blicks no more cause police, they think we the robbers

I can't wait to fuck her out her brains after we watch the Dodgers

This the realest feeling you can get, she spicy like Sriracha

I'm feelin' some day ones that be hatin', I don't call them partners

I don't carry blicks no more cause police, they think we the robbers

I can't wait to fuck her out her brains after we watch the Dodgers

This the realest feeling you can get, she spicy like Sriracha

Ghetto shit I done walked by hoes sellin' ass

5 star pussy, beat it up and make her hoe feel trash

OMG, are you still stovellyy, bro, you steady spazz

She turn up with her crew, they look so good, can't get her grasp

I done whipped Camaro's and it's only seats for two

She suck it while I'm drivin', she don't like when she with you

It's not bread, it's just my ex, so I don't want that K back

Freaky as could be, but slimy, I can never take that

Twerkin' competition at my next show, I can't flee the scene

Gettin' through the ghetto with Patron and some Hennessy

Judge me how the father figure pass, bitch, you don't know me

Fuck it, it's my last hope, Hail Mary, hope I score a TDs

I'm feelin' some day ones that be hatin', I don't call them partners

I don't carry blicks no more cause police, they think we the robbers

I can't wait to fuck her out her brains after we watch the Dodgers

This the realest feeling you can get, she spicy like Sriracha