House Arrest Tingz

House arrest tingz lyrics

Oh this Drum Dummi who made this beat huh?

I ain t flashin though

I m just coolin right now

It ain t nobody but me and Hemp in the studio right

And I m just boolin

I hope y all was waitin to hear from me

So I just recorded

Real street niggaa I ain t tryna feel no sorrow

Drive that Maybach like a fuckin Monte Carlo

I been tryna find some peace and only God know

Cross me once can t call my phone you get the dial tone

I been on fleek I m poppin

Not many round if you don t know it helped my pockets

And my bro take that Draco and go wildin

Tryna grow up don t contact with that violence

Violins should be played how I m stylin

Comment where she like: What picture? That ain t my bitchh

Tired of the Bayou I want take it out to New York

And live a high life like a niggaa signed with Highbridge

I flash out and take his head from off his body

I never once showed you that side but that s who I m is

Hidin out I let that 30 spit on College

If I die right now just check the stats and see how I did

I m a real street niggaa yeah

I just pulled my radar out and tried to stop a nigga (where you goin?)

I just walked outside my house and almost shot a nigga (fuck is you doin?)

Fuck my ex I hope my next can prolly top a nigga

Take me to a place I can t imagine

Victim of heartbreak and I m so damaged

Steppin in blood we deep thugs and I can t panic

Yeah we knocked him off

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Niggaa what? It gotta hand it

I just took to flowin on the block and took the top off

Talkin out his top I go by top I got him knocked off

See them youngins hoppin out that Benz that s some dropouts

They was hatin I knocked em off my lens that ain t my fault

I m with Hemp I m drinkin on that Hen like a papa

[?] Drinkin on that gin I been goin off

Goin off on all these hoes waitin on me to fall

I walk in court dirty as the fuck with pee up in my drawers

Bitch I m drunker than the fuck I need some Tylenol

I go nuts soon as you buck I shoot at all of y all

I left therapy with K3 and I sped off

Talkin proper as the fuck with my head off

Talkin proper as the fuck with my head off

Been goin crazy but I can t let my son see it all

All this love got me damaged I just want it gone

If you my friend [?] bitch take yo panties off

Take me to a place I can t imagine

Victim of heartbreak and I m so damaged

Steppin in blood we deep thugs and I can t panic

Yeah we knocked him off

Nigga what? It gotta hand it