LONER INSTINCTS ft. Blackazz AJ Lyrics

(Who do I trust, me that's who)

And I'm like oooh-oh-ohh (I'm like oooh-oh-ohh)

Until this pain all gone (until this pain all gone)

Yeah, aye, aye

Aye

Oh I got loner instincts I don't really fuck with niggas nor give a fuck what they think

A hundred shots bust out the drac before I could even think

I'm tryna leave yo block red and I ain't talkin' bout no paint

We stretch 'em all if they blink

Aye, swear I got loner instincts

Stash the profits in the mattress give a fuck 'bout no bank

I can't just fuck off with no ratchet, I'm in love with them pints

Ain't never fuckin' with no rats I go to war bout my name

Hundred shots for I blink

We got big sticks, for that big shit

Whole lotta red dots uhh, we ain't gon' miss shit

Whole lotta head shots, we takin' off yo shit bitch

This nigga is my turf, I'm finna show you how we blitz shit (bitch)

And I'm like ooh-oh-oh

How long will it be before this pain all gone

This one for my niggas who ain't make it back home

We really havin' it licks so we never goin' broke

Like fuck a job I'm sellin' dope

I'm havin' loner instincts I prolly cut my partner off the first time I feel he fake

I taught myself how to maneuver in a world full of snakes

You prolly fake the vibe with niggas on the 'gram but I can't

I don't give a fuck what they think, I say a prayer for a my fuckin' opps

I just pray The Lord save them for me

Cause I wanna be the one to bust they fuckin' top

Imma show them niggas bout playin' with me

Aye

Oh I got loner instincts I don't really fuck with niggas nor give a fuck what they think

A hundred shots bust out the drac before I could even think

I'm tryna leave yo block red and I ain't talkin' bout no paint

We stretch 'em all if they blink

Aye, swear I got loner instincts

Stash the profits in the mattress give a fuck 'bout no bank

I can't just fuck off with no ratchet, I'm in love with them pints

Ain't never fuckin' with no rats I go to war bout my name

Hundred shots for I blink

Hundred Glocks hundred Ks, hundred shots for I blink

Fuck what you thought we don't think

They know what's up fo' I came

I'm just in it for the checks can't buy no choppas with fame

Make me taste better to yo' hoe when you throw salt on my name

Niggas, who really know me know I ain't never had shit

Thought I'd be hittin' home-runs and on the field tackling

Made 'em respect this trappin' smokin' za my habit

I'm still tryna get a sack you block I'll let ya have it

I'm havin' loner instincts I prolly cut my partner off the first time I feel he hate

I taught myself how to maneuver in a world full of fake

You prolly fake the vibe with niggas on a tape but I can't

I don't give a fuck what they think, I say a prayer for a my fuckin' opps (fuckin' opps)

Yeah, haaa, aye, aye