nobody*

Yeah Imma pour another drink up Hit the plug to reup Going way too hard it's getting hard for them to keep up She calling me a cheater I know she's not a keeper I said this shit before No I don't think that I need ya I don't need nobody, not a single soul at all I feel like a nobody when I'm all up on my own Hit up my shorty, she gon answer when I call Sipping something dirty, no this ain't no alcohol So pour the Henny up Okay, I'm tryna celebrate cuz lately I been feeling stuck, aye Might take another sip although I think I've had enough, aye My tank on empty but this gas is gonna wake me up, aye Ain't no sleeping in, inhale, yeah I breathe it in, okay. Now I'm fiending and I think I need a couple more, okay Hit the plug up and he met us at the corner store, okay Shorty hit my line and said lets hit this party up Then we got there and the bodies hit the fucking floor, aye Opps running out that door, okay Pop, hit him in his arm, okay If its up there, then its stuck there, let it fucking soar, aye Knock knock at your door, aye Im in your house, no Cory I'm with your bitch, we taking shots, so Imma pour another drink up Hit the plug to reup Going way too hard it's getting hard for them to keep up She calling me a cheater I know she's not a keeper I said this shit before No I don't think that I need ya I don't need nobody, not a single soul at all I feel like a nobody when I'm all up on my own Hit up my shorty, she gon answer when I call Sipping something dirty, no this ain't no alcohol So pour the Remy up Or maybe the Dusse Your bitch she be choosing, okay The f*ck is you doing You act like a nuisance, okay `Me, I am a big dog They call me a loser, okay And now she is pissed off Because I just called her Uber, okay, yea Talking down on my gang, get hit up by my shooter She hit me up everyday, to conversate, my phone I had to mute it I know her nigga lame, I feel her pain, but no I didn't choose him I'm doing what I can, I put my pain into this fucking music All my niggas got aim, no paparazzi, my boy Cam a shooter Goin hard in the paint, no Waka Flocka, told that hoe lets do it Working all night and day, until the sun up, until we hear them roosters I know it's early but I think I need some more So imma pour another drink up Hit the plug to reup Going way too hard it's getting hard for them to keep up She calling me a cheater I know she's not a keeper I said this shit before No I don't think that I need ya I don't need nobody, not a single soul at all I feel like a nobody when I'm all up on my own Hit up my shorty, she gon answer when I call Sipping something dirty, no this ain't no alcohol