we was really just in the library making a song (feat. LowkGlo, 5tarQuan & EzPz) [Bonus Track]

Shawty gon' tell me that I gon' slide, but she know I gotta get on She call on my phone, she tell me come on, but you know that I'm goin' home I take the cold, just leave me alone, but it's just what you do I feel like a ghost when shawty mess up, you know that she finna get gone I'ma follow my fears, I try, but you know I stay livin She be shy, she sad, and she timid, don't lie, you know I be chillin You know I'm good, you know I'm vibin', I'ma stay up on my lawn Wearin' the Gucci, wearin' the Prada, I'ma work, I won't be long We makin' bank, we makin' no money, little bro thought he was funny All them hoodies, new boots, she all on me, and you know that she call me honey I could flash, she callin' me Stani, I'm givin' her kids, but they would not try me Hit you with tons, you don't know what's roundin Ha-ha, ayy, I take my diamonds, they be drippin' off I got eight diamonds on me, they be pickin' up Watch the snakes next to you, know they be switchin' up Hop in a SRT and I rip it up I got the heat and the curve, I keep workin', I'm slayin' my words I need money, I feel like a nerd, I feel hot like a bird She hurt, but she hurt me first Did her wrong, but I do her worse It's a blessing and a curse I leave that nigga in the dirt I got his only advert Told me I'ma just murk I get the money, I stay gettin' cash, you already know since birth Leave a nigga in the hearse Up and out with the vert Up and out in the skirt Leave a nigga in the hearse Wait, who's that Leave a nigga in the dirt I swear these bullets gonna hurt Can't f*ck with me, I did it first Feelin' we'll be like a bird And you know that the trap, I'm on track And I'll get you, you know it's rehearsed And you know that these bullets gonna hurt I know you think I'm like a mothafucka bird Know me and them birds gonna pair And the ones that nigga that learn All these sketches will earn I'm in the car and I'm goin' insane I just want the money, I don't care about fame All these friends, I just need to gain And you know she a scholar, she givin' me brain If you in the way, then get out the way I don't care about you, I'm tryna get paid And me and my gang, we blow up like a grenade And you know that she my bitch, I'm chill like a babe I'm gonna get to the top of the ladder Then I'm gonna get it done, done You look like a joker, you look like a clown Don't do it without you because she just won't glow But when I hear from the bank You see I'm a man too loud We smokin' your pack, your pound too loud We smokin' your pack