Lyrics September's Very Own - Chuuwee

September's Very Own

Can’t have everything, I want everything yeah
Alright, take 56 nigga
Yeah, yeah, if you say so
I keep taking Drake flows but I’m paid though
Do a shot by the caseload, nigga case closed
'Cause I been balling like a hot boy, I got a bankroll
Road runner out of state shows
Gotta travel with my, fuck a draco
And my Glock only 17, if he can’t go
Down, staying at the crib, counting till the bank close uhh (GG)
We both human but we ain’t the same though
You and all your boyfriends fucked the same hoes
My ambitions as the GOAT, we don’t have the same goals
I’m gon pull off in a Challenger with candy paint toes
Watch your back, shoot, you know anything goes
And they took your .44s, hid 'em in his
The same shit this day that every day is old
So you better get your money up in every you know
Same me like
That’s 200 dollars G-star, got weed stains on
That’s 300 for my heart bong, my weed-break bong
I be smoking on out the door, I get my weed break on
Road runner out of state shows
Gotta travel with my, fuck a draco
And my Glock only 17, if he can’t go, down
Staying at the crib, counting till the bank close uhh (GG)
If you say so
Caught them other niggas go but they ain’t go
Call me what you want just not after eight though
Hooping after bankroll, what the safe hold
I’m too boujee for my pleasurement, can’t fuck a fake hoe
I’m too snooty for her estrogen, I love her frame though
I want all money, back on all grind
I see pistol grip, pumps, in the back, are you alright
Dunno why I’m in the back, are y’all lying?
I’m gon have to leave some, I don’t think you wanna try
I don’t think you wanna die, if you choose to
Pretty sure your mama ain’t gon wanna lose you
I’m most positive that they’ll talk about it on the youtube
I was handling my business, I suggest you do you
Yeah, got a short fuse, I’ve been walking on a long-ass with some loose screws
Same me like
That’s 200 dollars G-star, got weed stains on
That’s 300 for my heart bong, my weed-break bong
I be smoking on out the door, I get my weed break on
Road runner out of state shows
Gotta travel with my, fuck a draco
And my Glock only 17, if he can’t go, down
Staying at the crib, counting till the bank close uhh (GG)
One day my friends gon stop looking for guidance in people that spite us
One day them subtweets gon build you up courage to come out a fight us
One day my friends gon stop looking for friendship in people who spite us
One day the world gon stop faking they for real become