52 Seasons

Aint put shit on your wrist yet but bitch I need my shit back Can't believe you filled some pieces need a reason for some get-back Yeah I'm on whatever better pray to God I don't get even I stand on my own eating good 52 seasons Karma is a bitch but sometimes she don't move quick enough You say you a thug but you a crashout and a bitch my love When I see you it's up catch you lacking and I'ma swiss you Looking back I guess it's my fault I should've never dicked you In my car in the parking lot tweaked off this pipe Don't get mad talking shit cause you know that I'm right You want this love to yourself I mean that's cool luh shit I get it You got mad felt entitled so I blocked you you was tripping Ain't put shit on your wrist yet but bitch I need my shit back Can't believe you filled some pieces need a reason for some get-back Yeah I'm on whatever better pray to God I don't get even I stand on my own eating good 52 seasons Spin the block on niggas that you know want me dead Try to set me up steal my shit bitch what be going through your head Off that liquid you just a devil but you say you know God Ain't no holy thing in your spirit bitch you really a fraud I gave my all when I ain't have shit sleeping in my car Driving hours just to see you cause to me you were a star I would push up in that new Macan put that shit in sport She a cherry red fleet but the garment says Dior Can't put shit on your wrist yeah but bitch I need my shit back Can't believe you filled some pieces need a reason for some get-back Yeah I'm on whatever better pray to God I don't get even I stand on my own eating good 52 seasons Hey see like I had so much shit I wanted to say to you And it's like bro like I can't even like wrap my mind around this whole shit Like you saying you there for me this that and the third But then you going you going you you you you back door nigga Over what some emotions? All right