Oh

League of Stars

Hold the negative

Sky

Hate the negative sky

Hate the negative sky

Look

Hate the nigga you should call when it come to freaks on the street. Should I get a mob?

We don't do the mall. She ain't playing. Don't get involved, baby. This is law. You ain't getting money. You lost

Bro, bitch killer. Don't shit. Give up these period. Mr

Kotex fella put up to the scene and she blink I'ma get up turn them bronze fiends. Give me green

I'm a dealer up the snoop told me man

These hoes ain't shit got him crazy cuz the tip make him blow they rent get him all spinning off

If you know my trip have a boppin at the grill let him hope

Hate the negative sky

Oh

Hold the negative sky

Hold the negative sky

Look I ain't the nigga you should call you should know butter might get a Santa's and a coochie sweater

I ain't trying to be rude. It's the open letter just cuz fuck baby down man. We go together

I'm with a deep party and in Vegas

Don't know what's happening cuz I'm jamming on the playlist on the west side west side getting fake

Dreads getting longer tell the league you come and braid on these niggas

Found a light count cuz I made it started living life off the grammy won't save pull up to the app

We gonna put you to it. I'm gonna let you know now a little bit. I hate the nigga. You should go

Wait, I hate the nigga you should go

I

Hate the nigga you should go

Hate the nigga you should go