Difficult (FYP) Songtext
von Kevin Gates
Difficult (FYP) Songtext
It′s gon' be difficult for you to forget me, love
What up? Ha
It′s gon' be difficult for you to forget me, love
I'm him
I was on Easy Town, I done been around the world
Dreka still with the shit, ain′t safe to be around your girl
Ass out the window, eatin′ llama on the interstate
Hoes sell crystal meth, Bread Winner, dinner plate
Order me a Demon, I done pulled up in a Hellcat
Long way away, when we was sleepin' on an airmat
Big body Range, same place I went to jail at
Carolina street, where I was ′posed to catch the sales at
Touchdown in the 'jects, still love havin′ sex
FL, no includin', this not VVS
Buss down with set, skrrt ′round, DBS
I done got a TV show, it need to be on TBS
Thinkin' 'bout shawty, don′t call, she gon′ see me, yeah
I'm retarded, I′m on CBS
Block ready, do a nigga funny with a hairpiece
Trap bleed, yes Lord, workin' like an athlete
Solitary diamonds, I forgot what I was wearin′
Big booty white bitch lookin' at me starin′
Catch a vibe in Atlanta, run a couple errands
Baby girl, stick it out and put it in the air, please
Now my ship settin' sail, old ho, wish 'em well
I just got a label check, I′ma get a hundred bail
South Carolina partner come and get a 20 bag
Get him with the hundred pack, told him "Nigga, run with that"
Thinkin′ 'bout runnin′ off family, ain't come back
Bread Winner grind in the hole where the money at
Touchdown in the ′jects, push-ups, a lot of sex
FL, no includin', this not VVS
Iced out Cartier, this not new Patek
Lifestyle all the yay comin′ out Yucatec
Big 38, Slim in the dope hole
I got this bitch in a chokehold
In Michoacán where the dope sold
She from Sinaloa, she loco
The ups and the down been a long road
The eagle, that Bread Winner logo
Said, "I'ma make her hold on"
I told her to meet me there solo
We go to Tulum we don't prolong
I told her to not have no clothes on
She caught her a tan, now she rose gold
I hit it from the back with the long stroke
I′m cookin′ that dope with the robe on
I stand in the kitchen, the stove on
Learn how to fight, get flappin' my wings
Sick ′bout a bitch who was barely for me
Fuck 'bout the public, I′m back in the streets
Give a fuck 'bout a rapper who rappin′ like me
Quarantine hit, I was wrappin' them keys
Cedar Hill mansion, relax in the D
Post up and trap out a Airbnb
I'm learnin′ how to speak Vietnamese
I knew her mami, now send me them P′s
I sell a lil' loud ′cause my camels eat weed
They know how I'm livin′, respectin' my pimpin′
They know that I'm cut from up under that hizzle
They told me to stay out of trouble
I moved to Atlanta to change my ways
Now they comparin' me to Big Trouble
′Cause I run a train on your ho with Dave
It′s gon' be difficult for you to forget me, love
Havin′ my way in a drought, praise be to God, I'm on route
It′s gon' be difficult for you to forget me, love
What up? Ha
It′s gon' be difficult for you to forget me, love
I'm him
I was on Easy Town, I done been around the world
Dreka still with the shit, ain′t safe to be around your girl
Ass out the window, eatin′ llama on the interstate
Hoes sell crystal meth, Bread Winner, dinner plate
Order me a Demon, I done pulled up in a Hellcat
Long way away, when we was sleepin' on an airmat
Big body Range, same place I went to jail at
Carolina street, where I was ′posed to catch the sales at
Touchdown in the 'jects, still love havin′ sex
FL, no includin', this not VVS
Buss down with set, skrrt ′round, DBS
I done got a TV show, it need to be on TBS
Thinkin' 'bout shawty, don′t call, she gon′ see me, yeah
I'm retarded, I′m on CBS
Block ready, do a nigga funny with a hairpiece
Trap bleed, yes Lord, workin' like an athlete
Solitary diamonds, I forgot what I was wearin′
Big booty white bitch lookin' at me starin′
Catch a vibe in Atlanta, run a couple errands
Baby girl, stick it out and put it in the air, please
Now my ship settin' sail, old ho, wish 'em well
I just got a label check, I′ma get a hundred bail
South Carolina partner come and get a 20 bag
Get him with the hundred pack, told him "Nigga, run with that"
Thinkin′ 'bout runnin′ off family, ain't come back
Bread Winner grind in the hole where the money at
Touchdown in the ′jects, push-ups, a lot of sex
FL, no includin', this not VVS
Iced out Cartier, this not new Patek
Lifestyle all the yay comin′ out Yucatec
Big 38, Slim in the dope hole
I got this bitch in a chokehold
In Michoacán where the dope sold
She from Sinaloa, she loco
The ups and the down been a long road
The eagle, that Bread Winner logo
Said, "I'ma make her hold on"
I told her to meet me there solo
We go to Tulum we don't prolong
I told her to not have no clothes on
She caught her a tan, now she rose gold
I hit it from the back with the long stroke
I′m cookin′ that dope with the robe on
I stand in the kitchen, the stove on
Learn how to fight, get flappin' my wings
Sick ′bout a bitch who was barely for me
Fuck 'bout the public, I′m back in the streets
Give a fuck 'bout a rapper who rappin′ like me
Quarantine hit, I was wrappin' them keys
Cedar Hill mansion, relax in the D
Post up and trap out a Airbnb
I'm learnin′ how to speak Vietnamese
I knew her mami, now send me them P′s
I sell a lil' loud ′cause my camels eat weed
They know how I'm livin′, respectin' my pimpin′
They know that I'm cut from up under that hizzle
They told me to stay out of trouble
I moved to Atlanta to change my ways
Now they comparin' me to Big Trouble
′Cause I run a train on your ho with Dave
It′s gon' be difficult for you to forget me, love
Havin′ my way in a drought, praise be to God, I'm on route
It′s gon' be difficult for you to forget me, love
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, June James, Anthony Costley, Randy Razz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
