Favorite Song

I'm tired of going through it

I'm tired of going through the same shit witcha

Tired of thinking 'bout the shit that I coulda prolly had witcha

She see the money now she trynna find a way up in the picture

Back to back, S-Class in the E-Way, did this shit Double B way

Hop in my Judy fit, smoking gas, turning up like it's my b-day

Say he gone rob, who?

Nigga trippin', point this bitch right at your knees, aye

Diamonds dancing to the Maybach music sippin' on drank, came from José

And I don't know what you been on

Sometimes I feel like I was wrong

Or maybe I'm right

Keep that pole on me, but I'm not no dyke

She say that this her favorite song

She love whenever it come on

She get in her zone

I'm spending money on whatever, I got on Louis cologne

She get in her zone

Shawty mad, told me leave her alone

Bitch be trippin' trying to get in my phone

Put the dick in her ribs 'cause I like how she moan

I'm the one when you hearin' them songs

Drop a bag and then get 'em gone

Do 'em bad in a murder town

Knock his ass and I-

Knock his ass and I ain't playin' around (Playing around)

I say brudda

Brudda, can you hear me

Can you feel us, niggas out to get me

Woah, yeah, oh

I'm off the alcohol and the Addy's

Pull up 'side the bitch at the light

And she see I'm in a 4MATIC (4MATIC)

Lil' KayB went to jail, came home, now he still clutchin' on a ratchet

In Orlando with a .30 clip, nigga play, turn him into magic

Talking 'bout past tense (Talking 'bout past tense)

She say that this her favorite song

She love whenever it come on

She get in her zone

I'm spending money on whatever, I got on Louis cologne

It's Mo Trappa and you fucking with surreal gang