Luyện nghe bài hát NOBODY ON E

Fuck is you doing,
in the building with me

(Leek, that's fye there)
go

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I out them streets
It could be cold, gotta ride with the
He think he gangster, gon' die we met
Don't got no but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the
Now we getting paid to go on the stage

YSL boss, I was broke, now I'm
Twin on my face that got caught in the
I'm tryna free all my out the cage
Give me a year, cop me a maze
Stay in thе mall, call it stuck in my
I don't play games but I damn sure make
Plus if I start it, I know I'ma
want a body and I want a milli'
Robbin' and
Home of the murderers and some of the
I be chilling, can't get in my feelings
They know I'm but don't wanna admit
Niggas be hating but I go and get it
I'm in the trap, that sending me titties
YSL loaded, and yeah, I'm
Bitch, it don't count if you broke and you
Walk in the mall, ballin', John
She keep on texting, I'm missin' her
Dodging the bullshit, I can't fuck at all
callin' the law
I want the Richard Millie, I don't want no Patek
off on IG but don't want no static
Elliot jewelry, my water
Geeked out my mind on a whole 'nother

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I out them streets
It could be cold, gotta ride with the
He think he gangster, die when we met
got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the
Now we getting just to go on the stage

Catch him and chop off his
Sipping these and I'm poppin' these pills
I keep the lil' thotties
I pop the Addy, I'm out of my
This ain't court, we don't judge bitches for
I was too high, I just slept in the
Put it Post-It, I they gon' copy
I told her pull up and she got
Free my lil' dawg, got
I'm ready to crash out, ain't a riot
I came out the jungle with lions
Speak on my name and them bullets, flyin'
Stay down and ran that shit up out the
Traps keep on calling, don't wanna wait
Spot in LA and it came with a
I'm quarantine clean, now the money well

You see me out, bet I got it on me
label rich, ain't nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I came out streets
It could be cold, gotta ride the heat
He think he gangster, die when we met
Don't got no bitch but I 'em on fleek
I was brakin' from 12 on the block
Now we getting just to go on the stage