before you leave" fuck my brains out, babaayyyy x4 fuck my brains out yeeaaaahhhh she's screamin' "love me baby" -fuck my brains out- here's a little somethin' about my
give me no brain Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane In my rolla life, I done jumped in and out of 3, 4 lanes I'm still here [Chorus] My moma used to tell
cats who don't fit in the equation Patience is a virtue but fuck it I want it now Get my record deal ready put Diddy up on the dial like "Hello, wassup Puffy I'm on my
when I'm broke they out the do', with wheels spinning fast Lonely, daily dodging the devil but he on me Telling my people fuck him, cause he be working through my
low ducking the law, with long you lusting and acting douches I'm connected, my best friend use to be I-10 Until my out of town connect, put out your chest and took my
weight No more, blue over gray four do', in and out the lanes Steady keeping my melodies, running in and out your brain But I need my money, cause ain
really wanna go, that's why I ask Lord bless my soul Had to stop hanging with hoes, even some my kin folk It's bad for my brain, bad for my blood, bad for my
scream as I dream in tongues Fuck a trick, get me rich and the bitches'll come Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter Bullets to my nuts only made my balls
cops, who trip and try to catch me Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash Whip out
have a thing to loose When me and you was homies no one informed me it was all a scheme You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams how could
smoke a blunt to take the pain out And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out I'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a baby And now
, I couldn't cry Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket let me get my dead homies high Come follow me throughout my history, it's just
cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain Arguements with my Boo is true I spend mo' time with my niggaz
m sick of strugglin I thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglin I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker But I'd rather use my gun cause I
same niggers go to jail with me Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it my every word
for me to except her as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and) I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to
me to except her as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and) I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone
