CREECH

I just need to stop
Giving all my fucking props
To these bitches and these thots
Is you with it or you not
Im just growing out my locs
Boy my head look like a mop
Yeah i'm dancing on my ops

What ya'll got right now ain't shit
I remember what had happened may 6th
I been chillin, I been tryna stay lit
Up in my section bitch you not allowed
You and your hoodoo you can't knock me down
When i'm rich, Bitch i'm finna stay rich
I don't give a fuck like i'm Haymitch
Top floor, Penthouse, I been in the mood
Light them candles up, Ima eat it like it's food
Fell in love with your demeanor and attitude
And late night, Beach walks shawty you can choose
All these bands in my fucking pockets make it loose
Money on my mind, Know exactly what to do
She asked why we in this world I don't have a clue
With my GPS nigga I been on the move

I just need to stop
Giving all my fucking props
To these bitches and these thots
Is you with it or you not
Im just growing out my locs
Boy my head look like a mop
Yeah i'm dancing on my ops