Huh, whoa
Fuck what these niggas be talking 'bout
Fuck what these niggas be talking 'bout, we can go spark it out (ayy)
We gon' park it out
Fuck what these niggas be talking 'bout, we can go spark it out
Just take 'em out
Put 'em in a bag and shut they mouth (shut up)
Police walk around, they won't hear a sound (yuh)
I'm all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep a clip on me if I see an opponent
Driving a foreign and they think that it's stolen
Pull up at the function, they won't even notice (uh-huh)
Fuck what these niggas be talking 'bout, we can go spark it out
Just take 'em out
Put 'em in a bag and shut they mouth (shut up)
Police walk around, they won't hear a sound (uh-uh)
I'm all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep a clip on me if I see an opponent
Driving a foreign and they think that it's stolen
Pull up at the function, they won't even notice
Been feelin' so sick inside, can't really feel pain in mine (huh)
These niggas they stealing my shine
And all of my friends turned to enemies
Can't be friends, so they try to end me
And then it came with some lil' envy
And chemicals mixed with the jealousy
I don't think I want no friends
Lonestar, nigga, 'til the end
I don't think I want a bitch
Matter of fact, I want me some
Tight bitch to love me some
Tight bitch to know I'm raw
But you know that feelin' right
Two cups, Sprite mixed with ice
Beautiful when that thing so soft
You will feel the pain inside
Plus drinks coming out my eyes
You would feel the pain inside
Know the stars up in my bed
Niggas poppin' out my bed
White walls are what they drink
Won't rest until I'm dead
Put love down in your way
Fuck what these niggas be talking 'bout, we can go spark it out
Just take 'em out
Put 'em in a bag and shut they mouth (shut up)
Police walk around, they won't hear a sound (yuh)
I'm all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep a clip on me if I see an opponent
Driving a foreign and they think that it's stolen
Pull up at the function, they won't even notice
Fuck what these niggas be talking 'bout, we can go spark it out
Just take 'em out
Put 'em in a bag and shut they mouth (shut up)
Police walk around, they won't hear a sound (uh-uh)
I'm all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep a clip on me if I see an opponent
Driving a foreign and they think that it's stolen
Pull up at the function, they won't even notice
Writer(s): Clay Aeschliman, Clay Gober, Edy Edouard, Luke Holland, Paul Judge, Rio Levya, Scott LePage, Stephen Feigenbaum, Tim Henson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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