every day I'm by my lonesome,
Then I'll make it up, dawg
Oh, I'm really tryna make it up
So I'm tryna get the money
But I'm gettin' up, nigga,
I'm round with my niggas in the low
Play with me, you know we pop
I'm hit that nigga in the stove
I don't care about your bitch, she a ho
I've been inside my head,
okay, bitch, I'm all alone
Blowin' up with the weed,
with the Xan, with the Pax
Maybe one day this shit will get real phat
I'm in my motherfuckin' bag
Give a fuck about your niggas,
they be playin', they be high
But they be fuckin' up as you know
Hit him with the tactics, yeah
so I'm talkin' green tips,
so I'm finna spray up on your bitch
I pass to the homie, you pass to the brody,
I don't give a fuck, bitch, am I long?
Bitch, I been long with you,
bitch, hold on, you ain't on my
You ain't on my phone no more,
Playin' with a nigga, no,
I'm ridin' with my niggas, though
Ayy, keep playin' these games,
I'm tryna get up, get around
just so I can get out, ayy
Ayy, ayy, really bought my loan, son,
Ain't nobody help me, okay
Baby, myself, I've been tryna get up,
Wait, you ain't on my phone no more
You try to get me all alone
Yeah, baby, yeah, I'm all alone,