Lyrics Sinner - GMG Lulheim

(Who does he think he is)
(I just told you who I thought I was)

(They ain't know that I was a sinner)
(Take my new bitch out for dinner)
(I'm a thug can't go on dates)
(Bitch we all make sum mistakes)
(Swear there's too much on my plate)
(Money coming different states)
(Keep a certified hitter, I'm a certified spitter)

Swerve might kill you if your dissing (Aye)
Gotta learn to pay attention
Fuck the gram, fuck all my mentions
Swear these streets really get hectic
Bitch I' m balling gotta check up
Only want you from the neck up
Fuck a foreign, buy a lexus
I ain't stressing bout no ex's

They ain't know that I was a sinner
Take my new bitch out for dinner
I'm a thug can't go on dates
Bitch we all make sum mistakes
Swear there's too much on my plate
Money coming different states
Keep a certified hitter, I'm a certified spitter

Put the flash on him like he taking a picture
Put the goose on my coat like it's finna be winter
How the bitch get lit, couldn't handle her liquor
Your bitch switched sides said she need a real nigga
Said they need a real killer
Put my opps in the system
Double cup sipping fucking up my system
Been had the drop nigga is you listening
We baking your block never needed a kitchen
(Ohh)

Giving my city that hope
She made a volcano ain't talking mentos
I pay out of pocket, never need a loan
When you talk to a nigga better watch your tone
Your bitch gon leave you if you going broke
I'm in love with my main bitch leave me alone
Quick 2 bands on a show
She into sports, I fuck her like a pro
Heard he hard I treat him like a hoe
(Big GMG, Big OTM)

They ain't know that I was a sinner
Take my new bitch out for dinner
I'm a thug can't go on dates
Bitch we all make sum mistakes
Keep a certified hitter, I'm a certified spitter

Swerve gon kill you if your dissing
Gotta learn to pay attention
Fuck the gram, fuck all my mentions
Swear these streets really get hectic
Bitch I' m balling gotta check up
Only want you from the neck up
Fuck a foreign, buy a lexus
I ain't stressing bout no ex's

Picked up my phone, sent you a message
Got a couple hoes too many
Said whats the problem, bitch you friendly
I can't talk it ain't bout money
I can't talk niggas sweet like honey
Nigga pass me the chalk cross his name off the board
Too many drugs my life getting shorter
Sticked up like cartel we coming off the boarder

If your father the plug I'm fucking on his daughter
21 in the gang and I ain't talking slaughter
Had to private the school and I ain't talking charter
I get this shit easy it used to be harder
I need drip, hit sacks in a week
Broke ass niggas keep tryna critique
She freaky tryna fuck on the beach
Big GMG how I fuck up the beat
Wayne sweet you ain't hear it from me