Kevin Gates - Again lyrics

I've been abused by this cold, cold world Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!) Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (Woah!) Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you I've been abused by this cold, cold world Lord I'm going hard I'm stacking all my benjamins Swear to God that I can't wait to sh** on all my friends again I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again Long hair Dreka looking like she got a** shots (Ooh!) Doing pole-a-robics sipping lean and soda I am not Glock nine by the stop sign bout fifty thousand in the stash spot Pray to God we don't crash in the whip through the dash I could tap the gas and make that a** drop Ever wonder why your b**h look funny when the music playing Been a gangster safe to say that I live everything I'm saying Bend her over pull her hair and eat her p**y, lick her a** And when we be cutting up her feet be in the ceiling fan Hold up, let me get my roll on Think I need another pocket just to put my phone on H-h-h-hold on, let me get my roll on Think I need another pocket just to put my phone on (Who there?) Long nose, better get your donk on Speaking with the wrong tone, that'll get you dun dun Thinking with my dick wasn't nothing like a thong song Looking for a two piece boom chicka boom boom Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!) Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (Woah!) Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you I've been abused by this cold, cold world Lord I'm going hard I'm stacking all my benjamins Swear to God that I can't wait to sh** on all my friends again I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again Pants sagging bout gat blasting while rats snitching I am tatted Lean bad got bad habits yellow b**h from Lafayette fantastic Dead broke, got mad ad it, I'm back stacking I'm flap-jacking Your flap rattling you fat f*ggot, I'm back at it in the trap trapping I love the bens, I've been camping, I'm standing strong, you bandwagon I'm concrete, you transparent, my dick out, your hand grabbin No can blame us, who grab bammas, eat yo block, then rim shaggin No hidden cameras, from the back smashing, her a** clapping, I am nasty Road to riches, go and get it and Daytona charges Took a dive from not following our first mind I was getting in the mail through UPS If I tell you I'mma stay away from Juliet I'mma lying Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!) Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (Woah!) Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you I've been abused by this cold, cold world Lord I'm going hard I'm stacking all my benjamins Swear to God that I can't wait to sh** on all my friends again I'mma pull up benz again, p-p-pull up benz again I'mma pull up benz again, p-p-pull up benz again