Aint Enough Lyrics

Ayy, stop doin' drugs, one perc ain't enough

I be givin' my bitch flowers, cuz I got it

out the mud

Won't never catch me trippin', but somehow I fell in love

Had to get my hands dirty, mama said get in the tub

Brother just poured a foe, he said a three wasn't enough

I used to hate on niggas too, until I turned into the one

In this bitch with them poles, nah we ain't at the club

I know she smell my Y.S.L., she keep tryin to give me hugs

I don't know why you actin' slow, you must tryin' to catch a slug

I'm gon' say what I want, I ain't gotta

hold my tongue

Feel like an old Nigga, in reality, I'm young

Shit just start gettin' old once you see what you become

Wish I could trade places with my niggas up above

God left me here on purpose, it's a reason I ain't done

Hell no, you can't stay, it get dangerous where I'm from

Apple don't fall far from the tree, nigga, I'm my mama's son

She used to bust scams too, wonder where I got it from.

You ain't got no funds, nigga, why you havin' fun

Wonder when this shit over, will they still show me love

Put my heart up in this shit and I ain't ask for a refund

Try to run a game on me, bitch ain't know that I was numb

Is you stupid or you dumb?

Hams sent through cash app, like you sure that it's the one

Soon as he send that payment, I'ma leave that nigga stunned

How the fuck you want beef Dummy and you don't got a gun

That's like tryin' to catch smoke, knowing, you ain't got a lung

I'm back in that one bag, who the fuck thought I was done

She want me to leave it in, I got this lil' bitch sprung

Call this bitch Arizona, she keep Phoenix for my sons

Used to eat ravioli, now I got the sauce

Before you talk the talk, nigga, you gotta walk the walk

Before you even walk, lil' nigga, you gotta crawl

She keep callin' me a shark, cause I just want them jaws

Off of Ercky irritated, got me pissed off

I keep that bitch on me, kill a nigga at the mall

Cuz goin' through withdrawals, I'm makin' withdrawals

A broke, begging ass, bitch, make my dick soft

I keep my guard on point, like I'm Chris Paul

Went to sleep, throwed, woke up, plenty missed calls

Got to run into that bag, faster than Kabal

I don't work a 9 to 5, but bitch, I'm gettin' off