Disguise ft. 3BlilJt Lyrics

They tryna be cray, they tryna be cray, she wanna be cutty, they think she's a baby

I'ma fuck them hens, I'm green synthetic, I'm a pet like Kid Cudi, I smoke dope like Kid Cudi

Coming to Kick yo door in , and ima kick that bih down

2K, how you get like this? Baby, I done seen hella shxt

(My eyes hurt)

Watchin' everything fade away, don't give a fuck, cause it wasn't meant

Go on the hunt, police stoppin' at night, they probably knew some shit ,was finna get spent

Thuggin' hard 2 the day I die, I'm too real to live in disguise

Crazy shit happenin' in life of mine, if I make it out, know I'd be fine

I did some things I can't rewind,

Fuck It

clock been tickin', know it's my time

Thinking bout the cars that I went in, but lucky God bless me with all them nines

Took the knife before now, they can't stab me again, at all

We was OD' geeked up inna hotbox, trynna set up a play ,bring a friend

All you niggas wanna switch tha' subject ,up when it's time 2 talk bout amends

Bitch, ass nigga ain't talkin' bout nun

Know a couple people putting they faith in me, gotta get it done bitch I'm tha' one,

Bitch I'm chosen

Come through Trippin', I still ain't finished

Know I wanted 2 run it up when I seen my brother do the same still in his skin

Niggas change, bitches change, do whatever, 2 keep up a image

Load up the box and get the spinnin', I see the hate, I love the envy

They pillow talkin' to these bitches, I pop out white tee with my skinny

They treat Lil' JT like the villain, on my block, we do the sinnin

Front street action, come get with me, and I'm posted with them

Vultures

in the back, you better not tempt' me

Ion know why these , niggas dissin', them niggas highly , in they feelings

Mix up the Zot and get 2 trippin', but I ain't failin' on , no mission

The glizzy ' weight in down my britches, I'm on the east side of the city

Where this shit here, can get risky, I hit your hoe, I had to mention

You better not be tender bout these bitches, thinkin' with your dick, that gets you finished

And I'm the type to stand on biznezz, never runnin', come get up with me

I was ten feet in the trench, with the bro, yeah, we was gettin' it

I was tryna stack up a milly' , cause I seen my time tickin

Fuck the hoe, get to the digits, I'm gettin' the bread, stay out my business

I got Lil' Spinnin' Ken with me, free Lil' Deucey, he was trippin