Reasons ft. Miah Lyrics

Flippin the pack , and im rollin that shit

Yeah shawtie she all on my dick

Got the twin glocks on me, I'm not finna miss

For the gang know I'm taking that risk

If a nigga talk hot, we gon up it in bliss

And I really been itching to grip

Got that wock in my triss and I'm taking that trip

Veli beam on the scope, how the fuck he gon' miss

But that's all a young nigga need, yeah

I just been touching that green, yeah

Money turn bitch to a fiend, yeah

These niggas not fucking with me, yeah

These niggas, they really my seed, yeah

That nigga, he can't even read, yeah

Someone tell that nigga go to the doctor

I'm not even trolling, I mean it

That nigga need help

End up inside of yo bitch, Michael Phelps

Say you got gang where them lil niggas at

Now we gon' pull up with choppas

We airing them out

Somebody tell me what these niggas bout

These niggas like to be running they mouth

These niggas talk on the net

We gon' pull up with choppas and gda, bow, bow, bow

Groupie bitches I don't need none of your love

Same hoes I leave ones I trust

Telling me how much you cared I don't give a fuck

Text me again lil shawty thought u had enough

I thought we had something

Like what is happening

I watched you leave, ain't say goodbye

Now I'm in agony

Like what imma do

I'm seeing 2 doors I don't know what to choose

I'm leaving and my only reason is you

Believing I'm the one you keeping

I'm keeping the pictures of us cause I'm fiending

I'm sparking the blunt up for no reason

Thought it was just us

All the niggas that's talking the fuck up

Really thought for a sec that I loved ya

Had to keep to myself I don't trust none

Cause these niggas talk too much too much too much

And these bitches is fucked up

On this road full of pain like wassup

Flippin the pack , and im rollin that shit

Yeah shawtie she all on my dick

Got the twin glocks on me, I'm not finna miss

For the gang know I'm taking that risk

If a nigga talk hot, we gon up it in bliss

And I really been itching to grip

Got that wock in my triss and I'm taking that trip

Veli beam on the scope, how the fuck he gon' miss

But that's all a young nigga need, yeah

I just been touching that green, yeah

Money turn bitch to a fiend, yeah

These niggas not fucking with me, yeah

These niggas, they really my seed, yeah

That nigga, he can't even read, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah