BUSS MY GLOCK FOR MINE

KEEP THINKING ABOUT YOU I CANT LET IT GO I CAN'T BE HIS HO I CAN'T LET HIM GO SO I KEEP MY WEIGHT UP I KEEP MY FACE STRONG DECLINE A BONG I BEEN THERE A SCARE VERY HIGH DARE TO ME ITS LIKE PAYING FARE SO I SIT BACK I TRY TO COUNT MY STACKS I NEVER FREAKIN LACK I BRING IT BACK I LIKE MY STACKS WHAT THEY CALL IT RACKS BUT MONEY IS MONEY IM SHINING LIKE ITS SUNNY SWEET LIKE SOME HONEY I FRESH FORGET THE EASTER BUNNY I NEVER GIVE UP I GIVE ON LUCK ITS LIKE IM KINDA STUCK MY MIND LIKE WHERE MY TRUCK WHERE'S MY HOUSE WHERE'S MY MARBLE FLOORS MY SHOWER TWO DOORS BUT I HAD I GOT IM GLAD AN NO IM NOT A THOT THIS IS WHAT I GOT LIKE IT OR NOT I STILL CAN THOT BUT THAT'S KINDA LIKE A NOT YOU IS ON MIND YOU IS WHAT I FIND YOU STAY ON MY THOUGHTS AN THE WOULD OF BEEN ABORTS SO I SORTS THESE KIDS FOR YOU THEY MINE THE BOY IS MY THE GIRL IS MINE THE BOYS JOY THE GIRLS DO TWIRLS WEAR THEIR HAIR UP IN CURLS I REMEMBER THEM FROM EATING CHEESE CURLS