PROMISE lyrics

[Verse 1]
b*tch I promise, Imma sh*t on you for telling lies
To keep it real, one lil b*tch done got me traumatized
Woke up in my bed, hella b*tches tryna hit my line
Don’t give a f*ck, I’m just worried bout my money ties
Can I go to sleep? No, the money calling
I was trippin off a skeez, I wasn't focused, now I’m balling
I was down up on my knees
I’m making bread, and now they calling
Wanna cop a new Lamb, b*tch you will never see me walking
Hella famous n*ggas asking for these features
b*tch, No I don’t need em
Run it up all by myself I’m copping a new Beamer
b*tch, better eat up
Talk that sh*t, I’ll beat em
n*gga I was tripping off of skits, yea

[Chorus]
Baby I’m a thug, I hopе that you know that
b*tch I will never fall in love with a f*ckin hoе nat
Now that a n*gga finally up, I will never go back
And b*tch we pop out with a slug if he wanna throw back
I know these n*ggas know my name though
I don't know n*ggas, I’m just banging what I claim though
Picking hoes up in that new motherf*ckin' Range Rover
We kicking doors up like its a motherf*ckin' stain hoe
I swear to god, a n*gga was opening them cars
[Verse 2]
How you switch up on me, how you switch up on me, yea
I was down on my knees, hoping that I can just sleep, yea
Imma cop a new beam, f*ck I look like coppin a plea, yea
b*tch you wasn't for me, should've been passed to the team
b*tch you better bow down, Imma f*cking star now, yea
Pop with them Glocks out, b*tch I’m on your block now, yea
You finna ride now, you a lucky b*tch if I make time now
Bow down, KOP I’m shoppin', better bow down
Struggled out, came out the mud
Hella Crips and hella Bloods
They the reason Imma thug
b*tch on my gang, I swear we finna ride now, yea yea
b*tch I swear to god, don’t ever hit my line, yea yea

[Chorus]
Baby I’m a thug, I hope that you know that
b*tch I will never fall in love with a f*ckin hoe nat
Now that a n*gga finally up, I will never go back
And b*tch we pop out with a slug if he wanna throw back
I know these n*ggas know my name though
I don't know n*ggas, I’m just banging what I claim though
Picking hoes up in that new motherf*ckin' Range Rover
We kicking doors up like its a motherf*ckin' stain hoe
I swear to god, a n*gga was opening them cars
[Outro]
A n*gga was opening them cars
Baby I’m a thug, I hope that you know that
And b*tch I will never fall in love with a f*ckin hoe nat
Now that a n*gga finally up, I will never go back
And b*tch we pop out with a slug if he wanna throw back, throw back, throw back
Yeah, right there, you know what sound that is