Lyrics Df (feat. Jazz Ingram & Kenny Mason) - DavidTheTragic

My life a running joke
Money shorter than usual
We gon get it back fast as ever
I'm only running on fuel
Spliffed up
Rolling paper
And when I sing I make water vapor
Funny cause I know all my haters
Funny cause I aint entertaining yo chit chat
Or yo pillow talking
Niggas Bed Bugs
I aint hard to find I got a striped shirt
And my pants is drowning
Thriving when the hate around me
Gotta dive in cause she waiting on me
And her car nice see its high end
Her best friend pretty cool 2
I aint shit though

Why the fuck
Why the fuck
You wanna bother me
Yeah
Talking love throwing up
Bacardi calling me
Yeah uh
When we popping out
We be mobbing out
Through the side door
Ain't no talking now
Ain't no problem now
Huh shii
At least for me and mine
At least for me and mine

At least for me and mine
At least for me and mine
At least for me and mine
I was on 20 E
Finna get a 20 piece
Finna get a vegan bitch
Finna let her lick the meat
Now I'm finna leave the 6
Then I'm finna hit the 3
Ken drop the addy
(Sorry I can't)
Bitch I'm in Miami
Me and little shawty fuck hoes together
Now she like the bitch and go together
Pulling strings to they soul together
(That's no cap)
Even though I'm still on food stamps
Niggas know my whole crew stamped
Hit a lick like a new stamp

Yeah

Why the fuck
Why the fuck
You wanna bother me
Yeah
Talking love throwing up
Bacardi calling me
Yeah uh
When we popping out
We be mobbing out
Through the side door
Ain't no talking now
Ain't no problem now
Huh shii
At least for me and mine
At least for me and mine