Get Lonely Lyrics

I aint have no homies

Always had it on it

Yu get sum money gotta be mean

So it get kinda lonely

30 Pokin imma stroke em

Fo they try to roll me

I heard my name in places

I aint even go in

They want me change

The only switch is how im flowin

Striker show like durkie said

I get it imma blow it

Double cup it pour a 4

I spilled a duece drivin aint kno it

Road running chasin chicken

Trynna get sum mo bread

Get that bag up

Member days

Couldn't get my racks up

Cant talk bout wasshisname

Yea

We jus rolled em in the last wood

Big opps what im smokin on

Pink runtz you cant match us

You get smacced up

Fo trynna run off

Get dat bag up

I got pill poppin niggas wit me

Killin shi

Mama told me grow up slow

When you get old its realer here

I lost too many fallen to the city

I been feelin it

Prayin that dem days get better

Money aint been gettin it

In dem trenches with the killas

Bring dem pipes out

Lil bro mazzy he get crazy

Wen he see dem lights out

My nigga hulk punching everbody

Like who brought mike out

My nigga dullie got kicced out

For trynna knock a dike out

Riding round in yo hood

Strapped up

Lemme see a opp hit the block

He get wrapped up

Whoo Bang whatchu on

Get a niggga clapped up

And my niggas waitin jus to blow

So dont act up

Aye

I aint have no homies

Always had it on it

Yu get sum money gotta be mean

So it get kinda lonely

30 pokin imma stroke em

Fo dey try to roll me

I heard my name in places

I aint even go in

They want me change

The only switch is how im flowin

Striker show like durkie said

I get it imma blow it

Double cup it pour a 4

I spilled a duece drivin aint kno it

Road running chasin chickin

Trynna get sum mo bread

Move swift

Thru the pressure

Better keep up

Riding real fast

Get low

Put ya feet up

Tints onna whip

Sittin back

Blowin reefah

They call me jugg

Cus ill take yo shit

It aint no secret

Tapn cant use the iphones

Jus hit da beeper

Yu seen 50 cash but never had it

Lemme see sum

Glockie out the bag

Im blowin heads like sum speakers

Im doin drills sober

All dem pills ion need nun

I aint have no homies

I was by my lonely

Trynna hit the road

A couple os

It was jus me and brodie

Gotta keep that pole

I kno you hear me when it get the Blowin and all this money i done Ran thru

Ian even kno it