Loner Life

(Hurt, what it do?) (Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker) You still think about me and don't like the way that I live Still can't figure out the way my heart is She know that I'm a problem "He's alone and not much love, he ain't got nothin'" (woo-woo) Thirty poppa, game over (woo, game over) Come out the window, hang over (woo) Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah Whole lotta bitches, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh She know I got that bag, I want her bad (woo) She know I'ma stand on this shit, okay Turn the phone off 'til my whole grind turn on Rich and he ain't got no mind, what's wrong? I got the money, I changed my persona Bulletproof whip, how I'm gon' hit the corner I'm in it (woo, in it, I'm in it, yeah) Standin' on top of these niggas, yeah Mama, you got it, I did it, yeah On top of the mountains with millions, whoa (Woo) My kids gon' have it, they gon' get it (Woo) I just might go buy my sister a Bentley I just might give my grandfather a ticket (Top) She know I'm a thug nigga, I got hitters And know I got drugs with me From the bottom, the Nawf, grew up in it I come home from jail and they wanna put slugs in me 'Cause I'm standin' on business Don't fuck with them, not a percentage The pendant got floods in it Switch the whips and you know they gon' rub different From the gutter and still in the mud with it Double R (double R, double R), I take the top off that muhfucker I pull up in that Rover, it's chalk color Up inside the Goyard, that's a dirty cutter I done ran up that fetty on all these niggas Bullets run like confetti, you played with it Come from walkin' with holes inside my tennis I accomplished some goals, ain't playin' tennis (Come on, slime) You still think about me and don't like the way that I live Still can't figure out the way my heart is She know that I'm a problem "He's alone and not much love, he ain't got nothin'" (woo-woo) Thirty poppa, game over (thirty poppa) Come out the window, hang over (woo) Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah Whole lotta bitches, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh