"Deja Vu" lyrics
Fresh out the trap and shit
Keep my flame, flame it up on you
I got diamonds in my chain
Trap house all alone all again deja vu
Stacking change, tryna make a change and it's true
Stuck up in the game I keep my flame, flame it up on you
I got diamonds in my chain, it blow your brain, it change on you
I had no change, I ask for help and you turned me away
I went to jail you ain't send me no change
It was me chilling at home you would stay
Me and K Money gon' spin in the day
I ain't never work for minimum wage
In the trap, in the field make plays
I won't lie, I was stuck in my ways
Still a killer, nigga, still don't play
No pills, I'm sober today
Can't lie still pour up an eight
If she bad we can go on a date
I get money, it ain't nothing to say
She just want me chain swinging in her face
When I hit it from the front, okay
And she swallow my nut, okay
She a lil' freak, lil' slut, okay
None of the competition now at my pace
Need a presidental rollie, plain jane
Fuck the South, I ain't talking the Lane
Fuck the South, I ain't talking Detention
Fuck the South, I ain't talking Connections
Fuck the South, too hot I won't mention
High as hell, 'cause we smoking your bredrin
Headshot, how the fuck he forgetting?
Well I guess his brain gone I get it
He a veggie like a patch of lettuce
He a rat, I'm just glad I said it
If it's beef I ain't tryna dead it
And your word no good, no credit
You off better getting a debit
You off better smoking some fetty
You off better making spaghetti
Fucked your wife, it ain't normal confetti
She just like me 'cause I'm way too trenchy
How much killers do I know? Plenty
Driving one but the clip get empty
Long live P and you know it got deadly
I was in the P, they dreaming of Bentleys
Ten years later, pull up in Bentleys
Everything that I'm wearing extensive
Guns for the beef got a lot extensive
Baddie in the street get chalked like stencils
I'm at the pot with a lot utensils
Niggas in the Dot get shot 'cause they special
Niggas in the Dot too gawt in the mental
How the fuck didn't get shot by the temple?
Remember I was sliding on your block with a rental
Now I put nine in the pot tryna stretch 'em
Niggas walking the block with extendos
I don't want none of your gifts if it ain't those (Nah)
Beat the pussy up I ain't gentle
Shit get hot and boil like kettles
[?] like pebbles
[?] like I'm rebel
Crazy how I made a hunnid in the ghetto
Keep my flame, flame it up on you
I got diamonds in my chain
Trap house all alone all again deja vu
Stacking change, tryna make a change and it's true
Stuck up in the game I keep my flame, flame it up on you
I got diamonds in my chain, it blow your brain, it change on you
I had no change, I ask for help and you turned me away
I went to jail you ain't send me no change
It was me chilling at home you would stay
Me and K Money gon' spin in the day
I ain't never work for minimum wage
In the trap, in the field make plays
I won't lie, I was stuck in my ways
Still a killer, nigga, still don't play
No pills, I'm sober today
Can't lie still pour up an eight
If she bad we can go on a date
I get money, it ain't nothing to say
She just want me chain swinging in her face
When I hit it from the front, okay
And she swallow my nut, okay
She a lil' freak, lil' slut, okay
None of the competition now at my pace
Need a presidental rollie, plain jane
Fuck the South, I ain't talking the Lane
Fuck the South, I ain't talking Detention
Fuck the South, I ain't talking Connections
Fuck the South, too hot I won't mention
High as hell, 'cause we smoking your bredrin
Headshot, how the fuck he forgetting?
Well I guess his brain gone I get it
He a veggie like a patch of lettuce
He a rat, I'm just glad I said it
If it's beef I ain't tryna dead it
And your word no good, no credit
You off better getting a debit
You off better smoking some fetty
You off better making spaghetti
Fucked your wife, it ain't normal confetti
She just like me 'cause I'm way too trenchy
How much killers do I know? Plenty
Driving one but the clip get empty
Long live P and you know it got deadly
I was in the P, they dreaming of Bentleys
Ten years later, pull up in Bentleys
Everything that I'm wearing extensive
Guns for the beef got a lot extensive
Baddie in the street get chalked like stencils
I'm at the pot with a lot utensils
Niggas in the Dot get shot 'cause they special
Niggas in the Dot too gawt in the mental
How the fuck didn't get shot by the temple?
Remember I was sliding on your block with a rental
Now I put nine in the pot tryna stretch 'em
Niggas walking the block with extendos
I don't want none of your gifts if it ain't those (Nah)
Beat the pussy up I ain't gentle
Shit get hot and boil like kettles
[?] like pebbles
[?] like I'm rebel
Crazy how I made a hunnid in the ghetto
