Me, Myself & I, Vol. 2

'Cause I got Beamer coupes up in my dreams

So I'm gon' get it I'm tryna live life vivid

I gotta switch my vision

These niggas pop that that shit, but they ain't that vicious

I gave you my heart ay, and you gave me your distance

I tried to show you love ay, and you ain't even show no interest

I'm geeked off these drugs fuckin' these hoes can't tell no difference

I'm tryna get my bread we take the cash all the way to the distance

I gotta switch my image ay

So shawty we can keep shit real I can't fuck with you anyway

Shawty let's keep shit real I can't get with you anyways

I gotta get my bread up

OG said don't trip nigga gotta keep going better keep yo head up

Focus on getting your cash 'cause most of these hoes gon' get you set up

Keep your foot on the gas

And once you keep going nigga don't ever let up

'Cause once they see you fall most these niggas gon' put they bets up

Once they see you fall, none of these niggas gon' help you get up

So I need rose gold

I'm tryna pop out four doors

I'm tryna slide in the coupe nigga Migo down tryna pop like four hoes

I'm so TX nigga I slide in the TX more than Romo

'Cause I got Beamer coupes up in my dreams

So I'm gon' get it I'm tryna live life vivid

I gotta switch my vision

These niggas pop that that shit but they ain't that vicious

I gave you my heart ay, and you gave me your distance

I tried to show you love ay, and you ain't even show no interest

I'm geeked off these drugs fucking these hoes can't tell no difference

I gotta switch my image ay

Migo down on seventy-five put Tx up on the brim

I give a fuck how you feeling ima pop my shit i'm gon stay on ten

Still ride round with my niggas day one niggas ion need no friends

Can't even hop in the yo if I don't feel right two cup full of gin

Ima Viva la vida shawty

Ion even need no visa shawty

Tahoe truck with my feet up shawty

Still waiting up on that re-up shawty

Still gon lean like the Pisa

Still dont give no fuck if that bitch wont cut nigga chuck my piece up

Ay cuz we pour the drank by the liter

I need a strap for the feature

I did this shit with no teacher

I done felt so much hurt nigga might go speak with a preacher

Big bash still gon flex and its real nice to meet ya

She playin hard to get but i ain't playin no games tryna chase no diva ay

And i told her pardon my french i dont mean to be rude

You aint tryna fuck then its hasta la vista

It aint fun if it aint by the twos

Please come through with a couple amigas

She got heat behind them curves and I'm finna home run just like Jeter

I wont speak if i don't know the word

So let me know if you tryna come meet up and know what it do ay

Cuz I been tryna see you dance shawty

I been tryna see you move

You been tryna get in my plans baby

And now i'm tryna get in yo mood

Ay cuz im

Migo down on seventy-five put Tx up on the brim

I give a fuck how you feeling ima pop my shit i'm gon stay on ten

Still ride round with my niggas day one niggas ion need no friends

Can't even hop in the yo if I don't feel right two cup full of gin

Ima Viva la vida shawty

Ion even need no visa shawty

Tahoe truck with my feet up shawty

Still waiting up on that re-up shawty

Still gon lean like the Pisa

Ay and i still give a fuck if yo Og sleeping

I can bring this music real loud in yo residence

I'm tryna fill my pockets full of these presidents

Im finna bring my name up bring up my relevance

None of these niggas can't match cuz there ain't none better then

That lil Mexican

That lil boy so eloquent

He pop out so elegant

Them hoes all wanna hate wanna talk bout shit

Cause they say i'm arrogant

I ain't even gon lash out i ain't talking my shit

Cause that ain't my etiquette

Cuz i been stuck in my element

I been feeling so excellent

Im still diving in head first

Y'all niggas still too hesitant

We still slide to the residence

We still stashing that evidence

I need to spin through the reverend

I needa preach my testament

Cuz no i don't know no Cleo baby

I don't know no Bryan

Brown skin bash i'm a migo baby

Hang with negroes and mayans

Cause a poc what i'll always be

I do that without trying

Wait ay

Even though niggas came from the rags

You gon know where I'm dying

Bread

Rich

I'm finna get it

I'm finna run it up till my momma all across states

Im finna count it up

I need twenty-thousand square feet in new real estate

You can try to shit on me

Try to throw dirt

Try to talk shit

Try to hate

These niggas toxic on that opp shit

Cuz they been seen that we great

Middle finger fuck Twelve

And them blue devils that just keep tryna call the jakes

We be at a protest with our fists up

You don't wanna see us up the stakes

You be at a protest gettin flicked up

Just so you could say you showed face

Damn i swear these niggas

These hoes really move too fake

And I peeped the track where you act political

But Im knowing shit is for a bag

You can try to switch the beat and talk lyrical

But the shit really just a fad

These niggas tap dance for the white man

But I'm never goin out sad

Cuz them niggas know I would rather walk

For i spend the guap on a Jag

Ay and i still give a fuck if yo Og sleeping

I can bring this music real loud in yo residence

I'm tryna fill my pockets full of these presidents

Im finna bring my name up bring up my relevance

None of these niggas cant match cuz there ain't none better then

SRRY

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Aye and I just got 3 missed calls from my old lil' bitch tryna see my face

I told the bitch don't call 'cause I don't wanna talk and don't wanna touch base, aye

I'm on 635 where the folks get live, tryna chop my blades, aye

I ain't even got no time, been stuck in my grind, I'm doing my thing, aye

'Cause I'm tryna switch my vibe in a 4 wheel drive 'fore I go get paid

I drop two for the one-nine-nine 'fore I roll my dime I'ma need my change, aye

'Cause I need all my bread like the bird, get fly

I need the guap like the water get drowned on a hot summer day

I don't give a fuck what the folk gon' say

I know the hoes and the bitches gon' hate

'Cause most these niggas won't catch no fade

The boys talk tough, bitch, stuck in a phase

Tryna pop out, I be doing my thing

Aye and we doin' three straight 25

Throwin' my fists like the last name Hustle

I ain't give a fuck about a bitch, I'm tryna get rich, I'm stuck in my dough, Aye

The hoe might get real cute, tryna play like cupid and I can't even shuffle, Aye

'Cause shawty must've thought I'm stupid but I'm 'bout my bread and I ain't gon' fumble, Aye

Cause I'm still getting draped up when I'm dripped out, tryna upgrade when I'm gone

I'm finna pop out when I push up, all the fuck shit niggas doing

I'm tryna catch play like I'm Big O on the field playing for the Bruins

I'm 'bout to stack bread, tryna count cash, all the blue hundreds that I'm showin'

And I just got 3 missed calls from my old lil' bitch tryna see my face

I told the bitch don't call 'cause I don't wanna talk and don't wanna touch base, Aye

I'm on 635 where the folks get live, tryna chop my blades, Aye

I ain't even got no time, been stuck in my grind, I'm doing my thing, Aye

'Cause I'm tryna switch my vibe in a 4 wheel drive 'fore I go get paid

I drop two for the one-nine-nine 'fore I roll my dime I'ma need my change, Aye