sunday blues

Callin Robbin Two hoes Sobbin Two phones Ain't pick em up cuz then these bitches bawlin Last night in my estate I just got another plate Last one in VA Last one to LA Baby cakes Make a date Choose a dinner choose your fate bruh I been eating cake My new crib it got some gates bruh Comin with a k In my aim you MIA In my aim you MIA Kiss ass Live fast Break rocks Turn em to cash I'm livin off gas and addys and crack I'm up in my bag but down on my ass I ain't got no time to be by myself Because the voices in my head Are screaming at me it's hell Loser, copy, call me back cuz you cant live by yourself What you want from me got no drugs in my pockets to sell Come on ride baby talk Fucking slide to my block Say you'll try but you won't So I'll dive in this wok Yeah I grind to what I want If you tried then you would fall They don't think bout you at all They don't care bout you at all