Shy Kid

歌詞

(DDot, you cold as a motherfucker, on God) Yeah The game might never change These bitches fuckin for money Them drugs drownin' my youngin's They only talkin' bout murders I'm pacing all through the house I'm trying to find me some service Tucked in the back with some curtains I custom made them myself I need a fridge just for the syrup Was a shy kid lately I been blinded by the lights I'll buy a bitch I just need some comfort for the night I be high as shit, I thumb it once I gotta thumb it twice Shawty 5'6 and super bad I'm fuckin' her for life Let me pause and cover all the bets before I throw the dice I finally ran into her ex and figured out I'm not her type Man I'm five G's in I'm just here to get a bite She think she pressing me for check but she don't know I'm living life I did a feature for a 50 ain't do shit but buy a pint I left my wallet at the crib but ain't forget to bring the ice (Wock) International sorry fool I'm not local Say play the cards you're dealt so I treat shit like poker I'm out in London right now they treating me like Billy Ocean My first time seein' yay was with my uncle Carl on Stopel I took that lil bitch body and re-did it like a old school I'm the prime example of what real niggas motion Why you look surprised I went to get like I told you Took a red seal and had to split it I'm Moses Yeah The game might never change These bitches fuckin for money Them drugs drownin' my youngin's They only talkin' bout murders I'm pacing all through the house I'm trying to find me some service Tucked in the back with some curtains I custom made them myself I need a fridge for the syrup Was a loverboy until this lil bitch came and broke my heart I got a hunnid bad bitches fighting for me play your part I'm in Louis V spazzing think I need a shopping cart I hop out and take a picture of it like the way she arch Mr. Thugging out the corner suite, I pay the smoking fee It be hard to feel these hoes cause I'm not a wannabe Bitch you know your man want a feature stop recording me I'm in Ace of Spades put on a show these hoes applaud me Money on my mind while I'm counting up shit it be hard to sleep Say I stressed her out it's hard to eat because she can't talk to me Yeah The game might never change These bitches fuckin for money Them drugs drownin' my youngin's They only talkin' bout murders I'm pacing all through the house I'm trying to find me some service Tucked in the back with some curtains I custom made them myself I need a fridge for the syrup