letra de vision blurry - obn jay
hook
n-gga hating on me all together i just let em hate
dont return no call because i feel like most of that sh-t fake
try sum in this b-tch we gon punish him thats out the gate
you know we going dumb, lil b-tch im going ape
copped ah new fn police took my brown and black b-tch
moving in slow motion i got full of that cali b-tch
60mph 4 second that skate pack sh-t
tryna stay out the streets cause when its beef we double back b-tch
verse:1
cooling by myself i like the way i flash while in the booth
youngins vouch for me i ain’t got to explain n-ggas know im the truth
use to sleep in that bottom where roaches falling all out the roof
but now im coming up throwing my 4’s up hanging out the coupe
don’t give ah f-ck about clothes or no diamonds, im chasing my bread
don’t give a f-ck bout hoes, b-tch its grimey where i lay my head
glock under the pillow, big a”r sitting under the bed
when them bullets spared you better think and duck your f-cking head
i feel stuck in dem trenches, i got no where to go
im minding my business, yea i been laying low
im tucking my glizzy, when i walk in the store
i gotta think smarter im in br, i know im getting old
hook
n-gga hating on me all together i just let em hate
dont return no call because i feel like most of that sh-t fake
try sum in this b-tch we gon punish him thats out the gate
you know we going dumb, lil b-tch im going ape
copped ah new fn police took my brown and black b-tch
moving in slow motion i got full of that cali b-tch
60mph 4 second that skate pack sh-t
tryna stay out the streets cause when its beef we double back b-tch
verse:2
don’t ask me where im at ion trust that might try to set me up
record all my song in 15 minutes, ain’t no letting up
4 lines under that drink mix with my fanta in my double cup
pull up with that gang we to the roof, n-gga you know what up
n-gga speak on me don’t even know me that’s that hoe sh-t
look out for my all n-ggas they gon eat that’s that 4 sh-t
jacket all in da heat i keep that burning in my coat b-tch
don’t ask me for no info im gon act like i don’t know sh-t
n-ggas change on me but i ain’t mad they know i seen it coming
micro mini yappa in my possession this b-tch hold ah 100
i can’t even trip stay in my no i don’t do no fronting
b-tch don’t call my number if you ain’t hit me up bout no money
hook
n-gga hating on me all together i just let em hate
dont return no call because i feel like most of that sh-t fake
try sum in this b-tch we gon punish him thats out the gate
you know we going dumb, lil b-tch im going ape
copped ah new fn police took my brown and black b-tch
moving in slow motion i got full of that cali b-tch
60mph 4 second that skate pack sh-t
tryna stay out the streets cause when its beef we double back b-tch
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