Heroine Artist Lyrics

Take me back Reub, yeah, ski, yeah, ski, yeah, yeah

Bringing food to yo door, trap game to official

Knocking down heads, it's just me and my niggas

Kutthroat shit it get stamped with a pistol

Lost big cuz, then my heart went missing

Ever since then, I had my boots inna trenches

Pouring codeine, spilled a deuce on my linen

Stay up in the trap, it'll keep you out yo feelings

Another nigga bitch on my phone, reminiscing

Told my mama that I love her, hoping I don't get a sentence

Cut a hoe off if I catch her acting friendly

A hoe that I need, you ain seen her, me neither

Fell in at the club, gang, gang, on the speakers

At the DJ booth, all cash, no visas

Trap phone clicking, I just broke another meter

Stuck in my ways, I just hit another eater

Flocking with the flame, going hard in the paint

Young turnt nigga, I'll come and stop the bank

24-7, I'll serve her when you can't

Creeping in the morning, got her going where you ain't

Told her that you love her, I'll put her on a plane

Bussdown baby, still going Plain Jane

Peezy in my pants, got me walking with a waddle

Lit lil bitch, she just wanna hit the bottle

Bring her around the gang, she gone turn into a groupie

Plug back in town, finna make another movie

Rich niggas with me, everything on them

They told me sit back, just chill & come trim

I don't mean to brag, but baby, I'm him

Got my own phone clicking, I am not one of them

Tryna catch a body, don't you shoot above the rim

Leaning on the rock, shorty trying to slim down

Took another two, turn her frown back round

Sitting on my spot, then I'm coming outside

Head on a swivel, you'll die tryna to slide

Living by the Treys, throwing K's with the clan

Buy it off the block, why you playing in the sand

Money rule the world, it'll get her out her pants

Say she wanna trap, Imma teach her how to dance

Walking on beats, I can show you how to prance

Riding with the bags, so the grip on my mans

I was 15 with a bowl at the store

Say you got grams, Imma show you where to go

Bad bitches on me, I ain't never did a show

Seen my ex at the store, upped a roll on the bitch

Bossed up on her, probably couldn't get a kiss

My new bitch mad, I won't let her have my kids

Trap ain't dead, girl it is what it is

Can't come around if he ain't standing on the biz

28 grams, I was serving out of zips

Cuz with a fiend, probably talking about a script

1 onna 1, I'll get him with the hit

Everybody with me probably dying bout a brick

Everybody with me probably dying bout a brick

1 onna 1, I'll get him with the hit

Everybody with me probably dying bout a brick

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