Aware//Coming Home Late

[Intro]

Counting the racks, smoking when making this shit
Ion give a fuck about the hoe
I want the throat from the lil bitch
I’m coming on, coming home, coming home to the lil bitch
I’m fucking her pussy I’m fucking her good
She said she want more of this dick
I’m loving that bitch forreal
I’m sippin on shit forreal
I’m poppin these pills forreal
I had to quit forreal
Ion give a fuck I carry the steel

Ay, yeah, oh yeah!

[verse]

Oh yeaaa!

That’s my favorite sound to hear
What you see when you look in the mirror
Off the percs my vision not clear
In the truck I can’t even steer
She wanna fuck I wasn’t prepared
Keep my gun on me I stay prepared
Yea prepared, I stay aware
Juggin n shit no I’m not playin fair
I’m in the lead had to cheat to get there
No it ain’t cheese spend a rack on her hair
I’m in the air bnb bellaire
Lets have a toast we can sip bellaire
Lets get this money throw it in the air
I make the money spend it over there
I get that I can’t talk about it money
Spend it on her if she care
Walk into Gucci cop another pair
Making too much I can’t even share
Said I’m bitch, nigga wouldn’t dare
We could up put it in the air
I pull up on him and he getting scared
Run to the money hurry and I’m there
Love the money counter count it over there
Got a white bitch playing with her hair
She gon give me up top either true or dare
Got 80 bitches give ya one to share
If ya like shoes tell me what ya wear
If she like trueys give her 50 pairs
Fucking up her make up no I don’t care
That’s my lil baby take her over there

(You already know)

That’s my favorite sound to hear
What you see when you look in the mirror
Off the percs my vision not clear
In the truck I can’t even steer
She wanna fuck I wasn’t prepared
Keep my gun on me I stay prepared
Yea prepared, I stay aware
Juggin n shit no I’m not playin fair
I’m in the lead had to cheat to get there
No it ain’t cheese spend a rack on her hair
I’m in the air bnb bellaire
Lets have a toast we can sip bellaire
Lets get this money throw it in the air
I make the money spend it over there
I get that I can’t talk about it money
Spend it on her if she care
Walk into Gucci cop another pair
Making too much I can’t even share
Said I’m bitch, nigga wouldn’t dare
We could up put it in the air
I pull up on him and he getting scared
Run to the money hurry and I’m there