Lust (feat. Suavvé Tha Artist)

(Hollon) (Hollon) (Hollon) (Hollon) Louboutins on, (what) You ain't seein' me Got a white hoe, that bitch smokin' CBD Salvadorian girl, you know she feedin' me Got a bitch from Peru, but she Piru, so she bleedin' me Hanuman, need a hand, on a mountain back Put that pressure on you, yeah, I promise You ain't bitin' back Wood essence smellin on my necklace, get this hoe arrested I'm offended, she said she a demon, that's not my religion She put her hair up, so I'm guessing she is not religious She want a two-man with her fat friend, I said, that's fictitious Fine gyal text me, pull up, I say, bet you'll never get this I pull up to her house, I see around twenty niggas I get to business, I start, runnin', I hear wait gang She text me on my phone, talkin' bout some wait bae I say, f*ck, don't keep on speedin', I'm like, damn man Text me again, she talkin' bout a gang bang Pen borrower , she a real swallower Shoulda known this from the start, Someone told me, follow her My brother told me follow her I see she had some followers, I added her She added me, she sittin' on my caliber She started on the first, now it's the fifth I check the calendar Got a few more days, it's over, or my bitch get mad at her She fuckin' with the mad hatter She fuckin' mr.heavyweight I'm puttin' pressure on you, you'll see why they call me heavyweight I'm walkin' with the heavyweight I don't run from no man I might grab a bag or grab some cash and go with the plan (uh) I got shit to pick, money on my wrist I stand on some fuckin' biz, but my foot slipped, goddamn, Uh And now we back on business, Cash flow entrance D.O.T. its green like spinach Nickname Sin, they name me that cause I stay sinnin' W-I-N, niggas know that I stay winnin Demon in the skies, really plottin' Niggas be gritchin', schemin' and dreamin Thinkin' bout the ways to run millions Run up a million, I'll run a nigga up for some millions I do what I want, I really don't give f*ck for opinions They paintin' a portrait, they tryna say that I am a villain The narrative, they say that I be out here drillin' and killin' Stealin' and pillin', f*ck a case, I'm not a civilian Just tryna survive, my family want me home and alive Check all they phones, I swear to God that somebody's wired Check all they phones, realize that somebody died Niggas, they mourn, I swear to God, I'm wipin they eyes Mamas and fathers grieve with despair on their side Robbin' them too, don't give a f*ck, that nigga, he lied And it's crazy how they did him, pulled up in a backpack, gun in backpack, yeah, we gon' tell him how we hit him Backtrack, I would shootin with a riddim, uh Niggas duckin', he was hidin' in the bushes This would happen when you fuckin' around with bitches, uh They get around you, pillow-talkin' in the cushion