500lbs

Album: Tec (2023)
Charted: 51
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  • Oh
    Oh, oh, oh (blatt)
    Oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh (uh)
    Oh, oh, oh (uh)
    Oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh (uh-uh, uh)

    Yeah, not livin' enough, ayy
    This blunt, I'm takin' a puff, ayy
    I'm startin' to feel like it's us, ayy
    No trust, so do as you must (yeah), for real
    Don't know when I stay out of town
    I get dough when I stay out of town
    Five hunnid chops, I got five hunnid rounds
    Five hunnid plots, I got five hunnid pounds, yeah

    I'm trustin' nothin' I'm told, honestly
    I'm trustin' half what I'm shown
    I don't pop out, but it's each to they own
    My bitch, she hate when I be on my phone
    Think she forgot, I got me on my phone
    Not safe for me to forget that I'm known
    Argue 'bout bullshit, know that you grown
    Don't know the only reason I condone it

    I know how it works, I know you a flirt
    She send me the flick, tagged not safe for work
    Don't get your feelings hurt while tryna lurk
    My bitch want Chanel, then she'll grab a purse
    She told me she bad, I say, "You could do worse"
    I'm born to be blessed, I live with a curse
    When shit is a mess, I'm rollin' up first
    I smoke on my blunt, then I hit the church
    'Cause nobody get where you comin' from
    You know how it get when you goin' numb
    You know what we on, matter how you judged
    Dealin' with bullshit, out of love
    My life a story, it's not a punch-in
    My life a party, it's not a function
    I never needed no introduction
    Know I'm a star, I'm still adjusting

    And I can't go out like that
    You know that's why I'm clutchin'
    And I see it, why they overreact
    But all this shit ain't nothin'
    Told me you gon' send the bread you owe me
    Talkin' like you got an option
    She said, "It's like you don't know you a star"
    I tell her that I'm still adjusting

    Yeah, not livin' enough, ayy
    This blunt, I'm takin' a puff, ayy
    I'm startin' to feel like it's us, ayy
    No trust, so do as you must (yeah), for real
    Don't know when I stay out of town
    I get dough when I stay out of town
    Five hunnid chops, I got five hunnid rounds
    Five hunnid plots, I got five hunnid pounds, yeah

    I'm trustin' nothin' I'm told, honestly
    I'm trustin' half what I'm shown
    I don't pop out, but it's each to they own
    My bitch, she hate when I be on my phone
    Think she forgot, I got me on my phone
    Not safe for me to forget that I'm known
    Argue 'bout bullshit, know that you grown
    Don't know, the only reason I condone it

    Oh, oh

    Oh, oh, oh Writer/s: Danny Lee Snodgrass, John Henry Darden, Rio Leyva, Tyler Justin Sharpe
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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