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Intro:
Yeah, Lucas Coly
I been Tryna keep it a hunnit
Won't be too many niggas that gon keep it a hunnit no more
That's how I feel every time I meat, you know
They ain't bout that fighting, they dont' keep it a hunnit, so
Chorus:
Lately I been feeling like my heart gone
She so crazy I been tryna keep my heart strong
I'm on the road through riches I can't steer wrong
I wish I was still a kid but I'm still grown
Aye, music, money, business I need three phones
I can't wait to see my whole f*cking team on
You was sitting at the top and now your seat gone
It ain't hunnits, It ain't nun for me to speak on
Verse 1:
Aye, lately I been feeling like I'm losing it
I can't let em, gotta get it cause I'm too legit
I still got a couple people I be cruising with
Praying that I never lose them cause I be through with it
I don't f*ck with music now because It's dumbed down
Why the f*ck the real niggas get a thumbs down
That's why I just stay away and I don't come 'round
They say when the prayers go up, blessings come down
My brother told me keep em going til I get right
Plus I know my time coming, Imma sit tight
Damn, it look like cut banana, that's a clip right
Shit, I'm tryna get some guns I'm tired of fist fights
And let a nigga touch her, whoo bitch I been waiting on it
Think my hearts gone, I gotta win and I been praying on it
I got situations going on so I don't weigh in on them
And I got a ten that f*ck with me so I don't play without em
Verse 2:
Stay up out the dirt, but that shit is in me
In my dreams, I be posted with a f*cking semi
I think the devil playing tricks so he just out to get me
That's why I don't f*ck with people and I'm very picky
Money will give you power but It's known for envy
Money will show you how to go from broke to fendy
I remember I was down and shit was getting tricky
Damn, I was smoking richy now I'm smoking sticky
Sometimes I look at life to see It's getting real
Damn, I had a lot of friends now It's getting real
Just tryna get some hoes now, I'm tryna get a mil
Yeah, racked up shawty wonder how I feel
He was dissin on the net til I called him out
Did his ass like a bitch I had to dog him out
This bitch seen it too I wonder if they talking now
That's what I do to niggas, see em then I call em out
Verse 3:
Big bank in my pocket when I walk through
f*ck a party nigga play me for a walk through
See the pain in my eyes, I'm hard to talk to, shit
Aye, how much I gotta pay for them to pop through
These niggas f*ck with us, so get around like passports
Bitch I'm in a foreign 1-50 on a dashboard
Birdie got the lean, he the plug like a black cord
Saying he gon pull up on me, pull up get his ass torn
Chorus:
Lately I been feeling like my heart gone
She so crazy I been tryna keep my heart strong
I'm on the road through riches I can't steer wrong
I wish I was still a kid but I'm still grown
Aye, music, money, business I need three phones
I can't wait to see my whole f*cking team on
You was sitting at the top but now your seat gone
It ain't hunnits, It ain't nun for me to speak on
Yeah, Lucas Coly
I been Tryna keep it a hunnit
Won't be too many niggas that gon keep it a hunnit no more
That's how I feel every time I meat, you know
They ain't bout that fighting, they dont' keep it a hunnit, so
Chorus:
Lately I been feeling like my heart gone
She so crazy I been tryna keep my heart strong
I'm on the road through riches I can't steer wrong
I wish I was still a kid but I'm still grown
Aye, music, money, business I need three phones
I can't wait to see my whole f*cking team on
You was sitting at the top and now your seat gone
It ain't hunnits, It ain't nun for me to speak on
Verse 1:
Aye, lately I been feeling like I'm losing it
I can't let em, gotta get it cause I'm too legit
I still got a couple people I be cruising with
Praying that I never lose them cause I be through with it
I don't f*ck with music now because It's dumbed down
Why the f*ck the real niggas get a thumbs down
That's why I just stay away and I don't come 'round
They say when the prayers go up, blessings come down
My brother told me keep em going til I get right
Plus I know my time coming, Imma sit tight
Damn, it look like cut banana, that's a clip right
Shit, I'm tryna get some guns I'm tired of fist fights
And let a nigga touch her, whoo bitch I been waiting on it
Think my hearts gone, I gotta win and I been praying on it
I got situations going on so I don't weigh in on them
And I got a ten that f*ck with me so I don't play without em
Verse 2:
Stay up out the dirt, but that shit is in me
In my dreams, I be posted with a f*cking semi
I think the devil playing tricks so he just out to get me
That's why I don't f*ck with people and I'm very picky
Money will give you power but It's known for envy
Money will show you how to go from broke to fendy
I remember I was down and shit was getting tricky
Damn, I was smoking richy now I'm smoking sticky
Sometimes I look at life to see It's getting real
Damn, I had a lot of friends now It's getting real
Just tryna get some hoes now, I'm tryna get a mil
Yeah, racked up shawty wonder how I feel
He was dissin on the net til I called him out
Did his ass like a bitch I had to dog him out
This bitch seen it too I wonder if they talking now
That's what I do to niggas, see em then I call em out
Verse 3:
Big bank in my pocket when I walk through
f*ck a party nigga play me for a walk through
See the pain in my eyes, I'm hard to talk to, shit
Aye, how much I gotta pay for them to pop through
These niggas f*ck with us, so get around like passports
Bitch I'm in a foreign 1-50 on a dashboard
Birdie got the lean, he the plug like a black cord
Saying he gon pull up on me, pull up get his ass torn
Chorus:
Lately I been feeling like my heart gone
She so crazy I been tryna keep my heart strong
I'm on the road through riches I can't steer wrong
I wish I was still a kid but I'm still grown
Aye, music, money, business I need three phones
I can't wait to see my whole f*cking team on
You was sitting at the top but now your seat gone
It ain't hunnits, It ain't nun for me to speak on
