Album: Stunna (2015)DifferentWell they been looking at me different
Got me thinking
Maybe I'm trippin'
Some of the homies gone and missin'
Well they been looking at me strange
Things have changed
Ever since I started rappin'
These bitches don't love you
They just want the fame
Well they been looking at me different
Got me thinking
Maybe I'm trippin'
Some of the homies gone and missin'
Well they been looking at me strange
Things have changed
Ever since I started rappin'
These bitches don't love you
They just want the fame
I done told you
There's no stopping me
Follow me
This my prophecy
Stackin' up the monopolies
Three bitches on my property
Never practice monogamy
Ain't nobody as hard as me
And my bitch bad like the economy
Fuck them labels that wanted me
Independent I'm proud to be
Its okay that you doubted me
Got yo' bitch on the side of me
Ridin' round in that passenger
Feelin' like I'm a scavenger
Boutta commit a massacre
Ducked off in the challenger
I don't see no competitors
Eat the pussy like edibles
You wifin' a ho?
You must be smoking that medical
Suck em
Fuck em
And let em go
Baby bone gotta let you know
You gassin' em hoes
Like you workin' up at the Texaco
Its time to double up
Went to the casino and fucked it up
I lost it all
But its all good cus I'm with my dogs
They gon' hold it down
We don't fuck around
Like a version virgin robe
We gon' lay it down
Well they been looking at me different
Got me thinking
Maybe I'm trippin'
Some of the homies gone and missin'
Well they been looking at me strange
Things have changed
Ever since I started rappin'
These bitches don't love you
They just want the fame
Well they been looking at me different
Got me thinking
Maybe I'm trippin'
Some of the homies gone and missin'
Well they been looking at me strange
Things have changed
Ever since I started rappin'
These bitches don't love you
They just want the fame
Everyone around me changing by the second
I remember in school
I couldn't stay up out detention
Not to mention CSI
Now you see me
See its I
Makin' moves
The prize is mine
Dropped out of school
And I'm doing fine
I remember what you told me homie
Now you acting hella phony homie
I guess you never was really my homie
Homie
Why you front?
Like you had my back
Back the fuck up
Now yo' bitch back
I'm behind that
Back it up like a pickup truck
He still talkin' shit
We gon' fuck him up
Don't worry bout a thang
Baby bone I does my thang
Got yo' eyes wide
Like you going insane
When I'm going up in it
Baby just give me a minute
I'm feelin' at home
So why is you trippin'?
I rep for the FLA
More specific that MIA
305
I reside
Droppin' the top I'm feeling fly
Well they been looking at me different
Got me thinking
Maybe I'm trippin'
Some of the homies gone and missin'
Well they been looking at me strange
Things have changed
Ever since I started rappin'
These bitches don't love you
They just want the fame
Well they been looking at me different
Got me thinking
Maybe I'm trippin'
Some of the homies gone and missin'
Well they been looking at me strange
Things have changed
Ever since I started rappin'
These bitches don't love you
They just want the fame
