Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
(Clayco on the beat)
Oh yeah, yeah
Lonely, Lonely
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lonely, Lonely
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Yeah
I’m in this bit and I’m lit with my n#gg#s
Top floor, b#tch, I’m posted with the killers
Mob sh#t, n#gg#, something like Goodfellas
And I pop this sh#t, n#gg#, any place, wherever
And I know these bird b#tches flock together
And this clip long like a TV special
And my money long, yes, I’m having extras
They can’t f#ck with Lil Lone ’cause he don’t do the extras naw
Bad b#tch, she sexy, dawg
Yeah, and ain’t no way I’m stressing, naw
And these n#gg#s broke, not stressing y’all
And this sh#t exclusive, it’s not in the mall, n#gg#
And I feel like my only purpose is to ball, n#gg#
I was down bad, no, they wouldn’t call a n#gg#
Now I’m going up so they tryna call a n#gg#
Yeah, I was skipping school, didn’t have a locker
We still screaming free my dawg straight out the lock up
I hate when my thumb lock up when I count up
I hit a bad b#tch right on the counter
I heard he popping sh#t so we might drop him
And I’m gon’ make a flip, no, I’m not a flopper
And I’m feel on your b#tch, n#gg#, like a doctor
Damn, I got too many hoes, I gotta problem
I’m in this bit and I’m lit with my n#gg#s
Top floor, b#tch, I’m posted with the killers
Mob sh#t, n#gg#, something like Goodfellas
And I pop this sh#t, n#gg#, any place, wherever
And I know these bird b#tches flock together
And this clip long like a TV special
And my money long, yes, I’m having extras
They can’t f#ck with Lil Lone ’cause he don’t do the extras naw
(The extras naw)
(Whatever, dawg)
I make a flip but I’m not a flopper
Yeah, oh yeah
No stylist
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