Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like These days, I don't even know what a pad is these days, you know? F- that hoe 'cause she a nat nat You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got sh- I need You want me to take my time with you Well maybe I'm not your speed Maybe I'm out your league You ain't even got no cheese Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like, "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus plead? If you wanna leave just leave But you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see That you ain't gon' ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me You said that you gon' ride for me Baby that's blasphemy, yeah Baby you're bad for me, yeah Say you gon' clap for me, yeah Say you gon' blast for me, yeah Why you ain't show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah I was goin' through tragedy I needed you drastically, yeah I'ma just switch my flow up, yeah Maybe I'm sick, no throw up, yeah Maybe I'm sick, no check up, yeah Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah I'm eatin' on you n-, no ketchup, yeah I'm eatin' on you n-, can't catch up, ayy Hit her face down with her - up, ayy Even when I'm f-ing, I'm masked up, ayy You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got sh- I need You want me to take my time with you Well, maybe I'm not your speed Maybe I'm out your league You ain't even got no cheese Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like, "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus plead? If you wanna leave just leave But you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see (what?) That you ain't gon' ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me And you say that you gon' ride for me I ain't gon' do the n- sh- 'cause I'm too good for features, huh I ain't gon' f- your n- b- 'cause I know she a eater, huh Last time I wifed a b-, told the world I beat her, huh When they locked Lil Kodak up, my n-, I couldn't believe it, huh Ayy lil' shorty, pop my whoady Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh Hit her from the back, damn that bi- bleeding Said I knocked her period on Remember when I had that poker, huh Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh Forcing with a n-, no Yoda That mean a young n- got what on me? You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got sh- I need (yo) You want me to take my time with you Well, maybe I'm not your speed (yo) Maybe I'm out your league You ain't even got no cheese Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like, "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus plead? If you wanna leave just leave But you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see That you ain't gon' ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me You say that you gon' ride for me, ayy I'm in London, got my beat from London
He ain't leave you you gotta spit whatever that is keeping y'all distant out he never moved WE did he's the same as when we first met em/believed☦️ it is indeed a test 💯💯
D.A. got that dope Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze) Night crawlin' in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt) Told 'em hoes that don't you panic Took an island (yeah), flood the mansion (big water) Dropped the roof, more expansion Drive a coupe you can stand in (it's lit) See the bitches undercover (in the sheets) I'm an ass and titty lover (big ass) Guess we all made for each other Now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah) And we out in these streets (alright) Can you do it, can you pop it for me? Pull up in a demon, on God (God) Lookin' like I still do fraud Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit Pull up in a demon, on God (God) Lookin' like I still do fraud Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit Offset, blow the brains out the coupe (boom) Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (woo-woo, hey) I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (ice, ice) Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (yeah) She an addict (addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek) Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel) I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (drippin'-drippin') And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (bow, stripes) In the middle of the field like David Beckham (field, bow) All my niggas locked up, for real, I'm tryna help 'em (free, free) When I got a mil', got me the chills, don't know what happened (hoo, chills) Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (hey, hoo) I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey) I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (hey, hey) Niggas be clonin', I find it funny (clone, haha) We from the Nawf, straight outta the dungeon (we from the Nawf, hey) I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (eghck, eghck, egchk) 300, the watch is out of your budget (woo, woo, 300) Mean-muggin' got me clutchin', yeah, and this stick right outta Russia (brr) Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze) Night crawlin' in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt) Told 'em hoes that don't you panic Took an island, flood the mansion (big water) Dropped the roof, more expansion Drive a coupe you can stand in (it's lit) Bitches undercover (in the sheets) I'm an ass and titty lover (big ass) Guess we all made for each other Now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah) And we out in these streets (alright) Can you do it, can you pop it for me? Pull up in a demon, on God Lookin' like I still do fraud Flyin' private jet with the rod This that Z shit, this that Z shit Pull up in a demon, on God Lookin' like I still do fraud Flyin' private jet with the rod This that Z shit, this that Z shit In a Hellcat, 'cause I'm a hell-raiser Self-made, I don't owe a nigga none favor When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't got no key to start I got the fire on me in BET Awards When your well run dry, you know you need me for it When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I'm doin' If the police get behind me, I'm fleein' and eludin' Sleepin' on the palette turned me to a savage I'm a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jackin' I be sippin' on lean, tryna keep balance Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks I don't say much, I just let the heat talk Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock My lil' baby ride the dick like seat lock When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine Baby girl, you just a flin', that ain't what I mean Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme Pull up in a demon, on God (God) Lookin' like I still do fraud Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit Pull up in a Demon, on God (God) Lookin' like I still do fraud Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit
