Gxx - Sets Up

[Chorus]
Baby don’t fret
Just take a deep breath
I know you’ve been hurt
Just give me what’s left
The bodies I’ve felt
The souls that I’ve kept
Don’t love me I’m dead
I just care ‘bout myself

[Post Chorus]
But I rep my set
It’s all on my neck
Strap is on deck
Shawty drop neck
Bodies drop fast
Covered in cash
Fuck her then dash
Fuck love I’m sad

[Verse 1]
She love me I’m bad
I don’t love her back
I’m all in my bag
Just to fuck up my racks
Get the fuck off my sack
Run up get wacked
I ran up a stack
Bitch the come up was fast
She grab on my dick and she hold on my chain
She don’t know shit but she think that I’m paid
I don’t pay her shit she just do this for fame
Give no fucks cause I’m high as fuck off all this cocaine, (Woah)
Put a hoe in my brain, (Woah)
Now I can finally think straight
Girls from back home say they noticed I changed
Cause the fuck hoes love clout man these hoes not the same

[Refrain]
Now it’s all about, a dollar
Cuban link my collar
And these hoes love my persona
Niggas hate me they start drama, but uh, My nigga a shotta, yeah
Shut up or get shot up, We smell blood like a piranha
And you smell like Benihana

[Chorus]
Baby don’t fret
Just take a deep breath
I know you’ve been hurt
Just give me what’s left
The bodies I’ve felt
The souls that I’ve kept
Don’t love me I’m dead
I just care ‘bout myself
Baby don’t fret
Just take a deep breath
I know you’ve been hurt
Just give me what’s left
The bodies I’ve felt
The souls that I’ve kept
Don’t love me I’m dead
I just care ‘bout myself

[Post Chorus]
But I rep my set
It’s all on my neck
Strap is on deck
Shawty drop neck
Bodies drop fast
Covered in cash
Fuck her then dash
Fuck love I’m sad

[Verse 2]
Girl that ass fat
Sit on my lap
She said what’s that
It’s my dick or my gat
I’m popping no cap
I got it no cap
Red on yo hat, If I squeeze its no cap
Shawty know I flex flex flex flex flex
I don’t want pussy just neck neck neck
I don’t give dick unless its wet wet wet
Like drip drip drip that’s the best sex yet
Lemme see your ID
Bitch I need proof
Oh you’re 19?
Perfect that’s cool
Hey hop in my coupe
Shawty just you
Time to get loose
Shawty I’m in that mood

[Outro]
Now it’s all about, a dollar
Cuban link my collar
And these hoes love my persona
Niggas hate me they start drama, but uh, My nigga a shotta, yeah
Shut up or get shot up, We smell blood like a piranha
And you smell like Benihana