Lyrics This Shit Personal - Blo

(Exo)
(Dollaz cooked this shit up) yeah, yeah

No Indiana, still ballin'
Bitch open up her legs, kinda crazy, we ain't even talkin'
If anybody want money or somethin' they need, they don't even call me
Remember I ain't have no car, they ain't give me no ride, they left me walkin'
And now I done got my pape' up
Everybody got they hand out, everybody want a favor
My producers even changed ever since I got a label
Other than some pussy, this bitch can't bring nothin' to the table
But expect for me to save her

But I can't save no bitch, it's just me and my blick
Talkin' 'bout gettin' saved, the only thing saved me was my switch
Walkin' 'round the house, used to do the same time, gettin' blessings out this shit
Now I got pape', I'll still send it if I love you, I ain't no trick
But I be trickin' off
Now my friends white people, they teachin' me to play golf
Flew her out, I sent my bitch somewhere past up north
I got on my paper route, but I ain't Young Dolph

We tryna walk somethin' down, we ain't with the shootin' up houses
I got power around this bitch, boy, I can move a mountain
From Lithonia, not Gwinnett or not no Stone Mountain
A different life without no doubt, my daughter get allowance
I can't play with my lil' girl, she can have diamonds and pearls
Fuck a bitch, fuck one planet, baby, you can have the world
Fuck one planet, Milan can have the Earth
I'ma make up for missin' time soon as I get back to the turf
The money really don't mean nothin', I see you what really hurts

Dog still waitin' on his appeal, like chill, I just popped a Perc'
Livin' crazy how a nigga die, just like the streets, I done seen it first
I fuck with dog, but I hope we don't go to war, even though he could hurt
They smile all in my face, I ain't really trippin', I already seen the smirk
When they smile in my face
Extortion, the one who told me everybody don't deserve my space
Talkin' 'bout Rick Owens, I had R.I.C.O.s, you didn't see my case
I don't give a fuck where I'm located, ain't nobody takin' my place

Still gon' do my job
You don't know how many car lots I done hit, I was strikin' in cars
Me, B, Young Mar
Breakin' in cars 'til the sun come up, I ain't really tryna wait 'til it's dark
Get on the phone with Milan, she ain't payin' attention, she watchin' Baby Shark
Ain't tryna give out the lingo, I refer to her phone, I probably say "hard"
You keep thinkin' that it's a game, you keep playin' 'round, get your stupid ass sparked
Shootin' at a nigga at night, had to open his eyes, he seein' the sparks
If you my bitch and I seem to like you, lil' mama, I'll order your whole cart

Uh, yeah, I seem to like you, lil' mama
If you wasn't here, I'd fuck Jeffrey Dahmer
'Cause shawty be killin', you somethin' like Osama
It's somethin' like them killers that's takin' you under
That pain take you deep down
They don't even know lil' shawty, I flew her from out of town
Havin' her make 15-thousand dollars just on one pound
Buy a different drum, this a 15, this an eight pound
SRT the label, one band, we all got one sound
I could speak on five different bitches, they names all pronouns
Some of 'em probably get around

No Indiana, still ballin'
Bitch open up her legs, kinda crazy, we ain't even talkin'
If anybody want money or somethin' they need, they don't even call me
Remember I ain't have no car, they ain't give me no ride, they left me walkin'
And now I done got my pape' up
Everybody got they hand out, everybody want a favor
My producers even changed ever since I got a label
Other than some pussy, this bitch can't bring nothin' to the table
But expect for me to save her