Last Resort ft. S3Huncho Lyrics

Yeah

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Aye

Aye

Aye

Baby I been ballin' I ain't talking bout the sport

I been making moves, rocking shows in New York

I be geeked up countin' money like a dork

Twelve askin' questions I know nothing of the sort

Riding through the city I be gripping on the torch

I'm just tryna ball, buy everything in the store

I be rollin' gas, you be smoking on a Port

Grippin' on the metal, I'm just holding down the fort

We could hit Miami take some pictures at the port

Yea this liquor in my system, yea this shit my last resort

Youngin' in them trenches had no daddy, jump the porch

If you run up on me you get burned you get scorched

Coming with them rumors bitch you better have the source

She gon' jump up on it, ride the dick just like a horse

Get the pack and ship it to my youngin' up north

Opps talking crazy, pussy nigga check the score

Aye

Hey, uh

I just need a milli nothin' less I want more

Ball until I fall I cash out at every store

Pull up in a Jeep, I ain't sliding no Ford

Hey

Hit the road on a daily like a nigga on tour

Gettin' money everyday started feeling like a chore

Remember them days we had nothing before

Way way back in the day, uh

I was stuck in my ways

Almost caught a case

Momma was hurting so I made a change

I never cared I was numb to the pain

Only excuse to get high

3 Grams in a wood got me fried

Smoke dope out the onion this shit go me crying

Way way back in the day, uh

I was stuck in my ways

Almost caught a case

Momma was hurting so I made a change

Only excuse to get high

3 Grams in a wood got me fried

Smoke dope out the onion this shit go me crying