sack race

Hey Escobar nigga I wouldn't lie to you Soul music nigga Its 3.5 in my wood I told my mama Ian going back to jail ma I promise She say you learned ya lesson nah I'm tired of spending my money My nigga ryo died that's one thing that Ian see coming I had to cut off all my friends cause niggas folding like crunches The only one up out the crew wit a conscious Cause nun of us went to college Cause we was tryna hold choppas instead of go get some knowledge No your honor Ian do it wasn't me yeah I'm promise Yeah I'm sorry mama crying through the glass Cause this ain't what she seen for me Heyyy late nigga robberies nigga don't move a thing We was hopping out of mini vans like a soccer team I can't make this shit up Ian never used maybelline Niggas hating ima let dese niggas make a mockery Unc told me to stay up in that bowl like it's pottery Im my own friend cause I know Ian gotta lie to me He mad his bitch let me up in her privacy heyyy huh huh Ian in competition wit nun of you niggas Ion believe you you ain't shooting nun of them pistols Why you don't believe me told you Ian smoking no swisher Bitch a nigga in his bag like a sack race (Cash) She won't get a dime if she tryna sack chase hey Fell out with my dawg bout a hunnid fina push up and go see bout my money Don't answer calls niggas acting real funny It was the principal nigga Ian really need it back You could of picked up and told me thought we was better than that Niggas who was day1 now they starting to envy We was all broke together barely had 20 Niggas had more than me my pockets was empty Uou ain't got no cash dem hoes won't show you no sympathy Bitch I'm coming for everything I got Bills due I got bills due tryna keep that rent paid swiping them BOAs Yo bitch packing over night bags to come get away Tomorrow I'll be dropping her right back off cause she can't stay oh no Hard dealing with fake energy so I'm solo How you tripping bout a bitch you broke the bro code Told god Ian fucking broke hoes no moe Been living life fast tryna live it slow moe Ian in competition wit nun of you niggas Ion believe you you ain't shooting nun of them pistols Why you don't believe me told you Ian smoking no swisher Bitch a nigga in his bag like a sack race (Cash) She won't get a dime if she tryna sack chase uh uhhh hey