Walk inside the crib, shawty what you tryna do I got curls in my hair, yeah I'm rocking Cantu And these niggas always talk, like the fuck you gon do I've been smoking on this gas, feeling sicker than the flu I've been going up Same niggas talking down, tryna say wassup' Yeah, I've been tired of this shit, I've had enough I don't really need nothing, I just need a hug Going through the motions None of this shit makin' no sense You not getting money, why you boasting Niggas plotting on me be my close friends I've been cruising down the street, I been coasting How you gonna talk shit, then you wanna hit my phone And you broke me, down, don't wanna atone I been going through, a lot of shit on my own Got a lot of shit, in the notes of my phone Jumping out the plane with no parachute I do not know what to do when I think of you I been going through some tough shit, gotta get through I've been singing on my mic cause' that's all I can do Don't, say that you do not spread lies Singing all this shit all night Feel alone on the inside Solve my problems, I'll just cry Don't, say that you do not spread lies Singing all this shit all night Feel alone on the inside Solve my problems, I'll just cry Walk inside the crib, shawty what you tryna do I got curls in my hair, yeah I'm rocking Cantu And these niggas always talk, like the fuck you gon do I've been smoking on this gas, feeling sicker than the flu Walk inside the crib, shawty what you tryna do I got curls in my hair, yeah I'm rocking Cantu And these niggas always talk, like the fuck you gon do I've been smoking on this gas, feeling sicker than the flu Boy why you talking? Better watch your tone I ain't Speaker Knockerz, but I got it by my lone- -Ly, niggas talking, what you tryna say to me? Got the muzzle on the choppa, shoot him, give him third degree I've been getting all this bank, smoking gas, know it stank Why you talking? You a lame, we gon' have to blow yo brain Run his pockets, hit a stain, yeah you know we never lame What's your set? Yeah what's your gang? Nigga throw up what you claim On the beat you know I snap, yeah, I am never wack If a nigga sending shots, you know that we send em' back 317, that's my city, that's my state, that's what I rep If you keep on talking down, my nigga, give your ass a nap, yeah In the dirt, with your girl, I flirt Spend 800, yeah, that's just for the shirt Hit my DM, yeah, if you wanna work I'm broken-hearted, yeah, I've only been hurt Switch it up like the tempo, fucking with my mental Send shots at his temple, this shit is not simple Pop him like a pimple, my eyes, yeah they sinful Getting up my money, yeah you know it go up tenfold Don't say we friends when you know that we not I've been counting money, yeah I'm getting to the guap Know my niggas proud of me, yeah, shout-out to my Pops Hit me for the addy, yeah, come pull up to the spot Boy why you talking? Better watch your tone I ain't Speaker Knockerz, but I got it by my lone- -Ly, niggas talking, what you tryna say to me? Got the muzzle on the choppa, shoot him, give him third degree I've been getting all this bank, smoking gas, know it stank Why you talking? You a lame, we gon' have to blow yo' brain Run his pockets, hit a stain, yeah you know we never lame What's your set? Yeah what's your gang? Nigga throw up what you claim