Love is like a glass door… sometimes you don’t see it, and it smacks you right in your face.
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Follow Me Now
I want me a mill
To see just how it feel
No worries bout no bills negotiating deals
Buy me some ****
Stuntin' in this *****
20s be on hit
Everything legit
I don't want no war
But I can take it far
Put bullets in your car whoever that you are
Woodie get in line
Make sure you ain't gone shine
We be slangin iron
Everyday and everytime
Just because I'ma bad
I rammy after jags
When I get a sack
To *****s I'ma threat
Keep on gettin' blowed
ain't worried bout these hoes
Boy you know that's cold
The way I got'em drove
Shinin' like white diamonds
Nothin' but big tymin
My situation climbing
But simply 'cause I'm rhymin'
The **** done hit the fan
They callin' me the man
Ya'll boys don't understand
This ****'s going as planned
Chorus:
Now follow me now if you want it on
Salute at ease, then you carry on
***** drop and gimme 50 if you do it wrong
I'm into weapons I control the dome
Give me all my chesse
With no static please
Go off with these reeds
In between your knees
You playin' you gone learn
Yo partners ain't gone turn
Right after you get burned
We gone get them some churn
I'ma tell you once
I'm bout pullin' stunts
Got golds on my fronts
Stay full of them blunts
I don't want be broke
I gotta feed my folks
Cuttin' *****s throats
Then runnin' by these hoes
Open up yo chase
Let me get a taste
A lot of *****s fake
Can't let it go to waste
I won't let it be
Give that there to me
All of ya'll gone see
Me in luxury
Look me in my eyes
Don't tell me no lies
You want to take my life
You tryin' to get some trife
None of you I fear
I'm runnin' this right chea
ain't gone shed no tears
When you disappear
Chorus:
I try to leave that lone
But you did that wrong
You call me on the phone
And told me it was on
Now I'm in them streets
Bringin' all that heat
Straight to where you sleep
Won't even let you eat
Somebody gonna snitch
And go out like a *****
But I'ma get'em quick
And hit'em with my ****
Them laws gonna try to bust
But I don't give a ****
He would of shot me up
If he'd of got me stuck
I'ma take my charge
ain't cryin' like no broad
And holla at them boys
On the boulevard
Woodie I'm in jail
Get all off my mail
See about my bail
Get me out this hell
So I can see the block
And open up my shop
I hope that ***** ain't hot
Nobody got my spot