Key 3 lyrics

Papi JD b*tch I’m the guy
Driving so fast one error ima die
Put a n*gga in a box he a pumpkin pie
Roll his slow ass up smoking turtle pie

Getting to cheese like ima rat
f*cked her for 30 mins straight from the back
n*ggas flashing Unemplyoment
I been had the racks
n*ggas said JD changed I still had they back

Took a trip to the 6 had to double back
These n*ggas straight cap they can’t even rap
Pull up to the party n*gga it’s a wrap
f*ck security
I go everywhere with my strap

Ran off on the plug
He tryna call me back
Ran off with yo b*tch
Have Brodie bring her back
n*ggas know me I get a lot of hate
b*tches hate me i buss down then skate

Everybody in this b*tch really fake
Hit up randy at the gate
The n*gga got mad hanged up
He said I’m late
Im eating so good it’s a lot on my plate
I’m dragging the skat it take off we can race
50 thousand in blues I’ll throw it in yo face
b*tches they pick & choose so now I can’t date

Really the cash rules it’s bound to be my fate
I already high as hell rolling up some dank
This sh*t that I’m smoking came from another state
The reason I’m winning God said ima do great
I gotta leave the hood planning on a great escape

Apologized to my b*tch I really wasn’t wrong
Yes I kiss her ass especially when in a thong
I’m on 75 I’m heading to the dome
I used to get more head than a f*cking comb

Riding around it won’t be long
They gone f*ck with it cuz it’s my song
Turn 20 2020 n*gga it’s my year
Cried some long nights had to wipe my tears

n*gga I’m on tec I don’t drink no beer
She got a fat ass told baby put it here
I’m everywhere and I’m not
Did it in all up inna year
I’m tryna buy a yacht
And put it on lake saint Clair
These n*ggas complain bout life
n*gga it ain’t fair
I’m getting the money
Hide it in my b*tches hair
The sh*t that I’m on I’m over here
You over there
I’m f*cking her good
She call me teddy
Papa bear
Up all night I can’t sleep
If you ain’t there
How many times I told you
Baby I don’t care
I’m down for whatever
Like a game of truth or dare
Had to sit down told Zell pass me a chair

I’m so damn high I feel like I’m in the air
The Glock it come 2 it’s a duce it’s a pair
Got so much sh*t I don’t know what to wear
My dad got 20 kids I really had to share

When I’m down on my ass I turn to God
And say a prayer
n*ggas see me up in they dreams
I’m they worst nightmare
Beat a n*gga ass he gone needa repair
Y’all n*ggas broke at home on welfare
It broke a n*gga heart seeing granny in a chair
I don’t chase b*tches they f*cking volunteer
I know ima win yeah I see it crystal clear
I know ima win retire with a great career

I didn’t show up warrant fair failure to appear
I really don’t know where I’ll be next year
I really don’t know who got my back who really here
The sh*t I been through it took my heart and made a Tare

I’m in Tampa chillin with the buccaneers
I ride 3 deep but it ain’t no musketeer
I smoke so much loud it’s really hard for me to hear
A n*gga touch me have Brodie disappear

My life on repeat in a circle like a sphere
It ain’t no n*gga out here that I fear
Ride pass the club all you hear is b*tches cheer
Played that b*tch crazy she think that I really care
Tryna run up a million I need by next year
I been stopped crying my daddy gone he ain’t here