[ Featuring Fyelow ]
I say
She suck the socks off of my feet
I say that bitch a genius
She like J Cole she gon delete that shit right 'fore I see it
I'm on the road, I stop for gas
I roll a wood & fill it up
My brother like a newborn baby
He got wock in sippy cup
Where that shit at?
Give it up
She say with me she get a rush
Bet she wont make lineup
Aint suckin dick, she gettin Cut
Poppin' off, she think I give a f*ck, bitch, I ain't givin' one
You ran your mouth, but you ain't lace your tennis up
You trippin'
I might have her blocked after I hit it
I just need some distance, high as f*ck
I'm rollin right now, I feel like Jimi Hendrix
Movin' weight, I got my muscles up, this shit like planet fitness
Movin' wrong, might gotta crop him out
He tryn keep up a image
Bitch can't trick me out my spot, you know I got the street on lock fasho
STB, that bag ain't goin' up no more, it's on the floor
She ain't used to double C, I took that hoe from coast to coast
Double C, I ain't a crip, but I got blue strips, let you know
Once I'm up, these niggas ain't gon' like me, bitch, I thought I told em
Niggas talk too much, that pape ain't long enough if you can fold it
My lil' bro ain't had no motion, made a bag I let him hold it
I might pop out with that tech & throw a flag, I see him holding
Bet not come round actin' sweet, you know this shit get too real
Every time I pop out, got on new kicks like I got a shoe deal
Had to give that hoe to boot, that bitch think she a shoe-in
And she let me trap outside her house might gotta move in
