Stuck In It Lyrics

Just like the wock, I can't lie I be missing you

Don't beat her ass cause she play my music that's so pitiful

I don't know where yo mouth be, I can't be kissing you

When they on the road counting blues, I'm who they Listen to

Why he always speaking on the kid, don't even know the dude

Pop a perky for you even eat, watch what yo stomach do

Me and bro trynna knock some hoes, sometime they come in twos

Get a bag, in and out of rentals

What I Love to do

Baby if you paying me, don't care bout who u fucking boo

Trynna put my niggas on a jet, And fly to Malibu

I just spent 300 on a steak, so bring a salad too

If I ever lose it all today, I won't be Asking you

Ion think this bitch really want me

She trynna set me up

How I'm posed to just leave her alone, U ever been Inlove?

Why everybody wanna be a shooter?

Shit is kinda dumb

Ima pave a hella different route when I have a son

I just wanna bad bitch, one that look like dream doll

The way she get on top and ride me it's like a seesaw

Almost spilled my cup on the road, can't even see dawg

Gsw golden state, my whole team ball

Kush is my cologne, mixed wit dior

With a big blammy

I be taking all these niggas bitches know they cant stand me

Nigga bet yo watch tone wit me,

Cause u ain't granny

Before she come back home to u she Gon Change panties

I ain't really into talkin much on the iPhones

She be biting pillows, pulling sheets, hitting high notes

I can turn a 10 to a 50 wit my Eyes closed

Pretty broke bitch hell no, Ion don't like those

Trynna touch a m by next year wit my vatos

Spanish bitch she gon call me papi & cook tacos

Everytime I touchdown in LA, I go get Roscoes

Don't hit any kids, you be shooting wit yo eyes closed