Not About Us (Redd Daniel Remix) - Alis Shuka

I used to think about immature things You know, like, do you love me? Do you want me? Are you gonna call me like you said you would? Is this really your real phone number? Yeah, you see-through Bite from a snake, lethal Woke up rockin' Evisu If you don't wanna stay, why keep you? In the rain where I leave you If you ain't gang, why would I piece you? Like, what's up? More money, more love AP, two-tone, I was outside with that chrome Maybach ready to go Look at my neck, its covered in stones Look at my yard, its covered in bones King of the hill, all of my family is royalty nigga, you better kneel Don't gotta talk 'bout respect in this shit, you know the real Don't gotta talk 'bout my blessings and shit, we know the real I don't want that fake love, it ain't real It ain't much to say, love, it's 2AM I'm crazy 'bout your love Go over and above You know I'm pourin' up, smoking on the gas I'm a demon in the nighttime, leave them in the past When I fuck that bitch she call me dad She say that's the best love that she ever had Shit, you gotta get in your bag You gotta get to the cash, you gotta get it in digital dash Steppin' on shit, keep a Glock and mask Turnin' your plaid tie-dye Throwin' up bands in G5, double C bag on TY Don't wanna see him reach in It's late night and we creepin This her class but I teach her Road kill shit in my ox fur We could go get you a doctor Better go get you a perc That boy in pain, he hurt Leave that lil bitch in the dirt Put that lil bitch on a shirt Gonna let shit fly high RIP Spooky, RIP 9 See an opp man drop me the dime We ain't worried bout shit or time Let a boy stank in hard times Psycho out of my mind I think I'm Picasso I'm painting your ride Red rum, hundred shots, pussy you done Run up the bread it was crumbs Now I got a damn green thumb Now I got a pair of green lungs My momma told me the devil a lie My auntie in here speaking tongue I'll get to the top I'm a lunge I know I'm the shit but they'll never plunge My Draco got kicked so you better run I'm taking a pic with my bitch in the sun That boy Michael Vick, that boy like to run I'm out with the gang, no clique no squad You know we the gang you know we the mob