I got everybody with me, Big J with me, Hammy with me, Krizzy with me,
Just need a lil Henny with me, shh, yeah, ayy, yeah
I was walking on this water, let my name Jesus,
Blasphemy as they clap for me in the Coliseum
Please rewind, I'm wine and dine the women who go die to meet us
Anything I say it goes, hoes playing follow the leader
A quarter brick, I tell the jeweler, ice the wrist in freeze us
My exe's no Texts's assistant if you tryna reach us
Down another offer, met a shorty dancing by the Charlotte water
Can't cuff anyone who got none to offer,
And I settle mine, I take the time to count up mine,
Gave so many loans, I done ruined these Rappers credit lines,
Now that's its due rent
Don't care what a fool spent,
When that money gone, you look around tell me who left,
Big J gon' lay him down
Before he finish his sentence,
I play the front for all my niggas
Like I'm cleaning the image,
Keep a body on my 6
If 12 cover that entrance,
Ham keep a bitch on her knees
Like she seeking repentance,
Ain't no need for the arguments
I signal cutthroat, you disappear, But that's common sense
The bread for the dinner is bout to G, But that's common cents
Don't care if I cause offense,
Women come in pairs
Evaluate what I got in sets,
No need for the teasing me
Steady be fiending me, More of a short time
Heading down this long road, I know she be needing me
Forbidden food, it really got a need, And she eating me
Everything I say is gospel trust, She believe in me
I might be sick if I place this bet at the garden
I call her eden, No knowledge, but eating up apple products
Only sticking around, in love with abundance in pockets
Can't be no wife or no goddess, You watching all my deposits
That's just not in the options, More of a symbol than topic
Who you wish on your comments, And we know you lame
Based upon the names, That we know you ain't
Talking bout a pic, you not worthy, They even on my chain
Take a day, pray, Petty king, crusade, slide and slay
Got the G's, queued
Magazine, If I say let it spray
Yeah, And don't let that go over your head
Yeah
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I got everybody with me, Big J with me, Hammy with me, Krizzy with me,
Just need a lil Henny with me, shh, yeah, ayy, yeah
I was walking on this water, let my name Jesus,
Blasphemy as they clap for me in the Coliseum
Please rewind, I'm wine and dine the women who go die to meet us
Anything I say it goes, hoes playing follow the leader
A quarter brick, I tell the jeweler, ice the wrist in freeze us
My exe's no Texts's assistant if you tryna reach us
Down another offer, met a shorty dancing by the Charlotte water
Can't cuff anyone who got none to offer,
And I settle mine, I take the time to count up mine,
Gave so many loans, I done ruined these Rappers credit lines,
Now that's its due rent
Don't care what a fool spent,
When that money gone, you look around tell me who left,
Big J gon' lay him down
Before he finish his sentence,
I play the front for all my niggas
Like I'm cleaning the image,
Keep a body on my 6
If 12 cover that entrance,
Ham keep a bitch on her knees
Like she seeking repentance,
Ain't no need for the arguments
I signal cutthroat, you disappear, But that's common sense
The bread for the dinner is bout to G, But that's common cents
Don't care if I cause offense,
Women come in pairs
Evaluate what I got in sets,
No need for the teasing me
Steady be fiending me, More of a short time
Heading down this long road, I know she be needing me
Forbidden food, it really got a need, And she eating me
Everything I say is gospel trust, She believe in me
I might be sick if I place this bet at the garden
I call her eden, No knowledge, but eating up apple products
Only sticking around, in love with abundance in pockets
Can't be no wife or no goddess, You watching all my deposits
That's just not in the options, More of a symbol than topic
Who you wish on your comments, And we know you lame
Based upon the names, That we know you ain't
Talking bout a pic, you not worthy, They even on my chain
Take a day, pray, Petty king, crusade, slide and slay
Got the G's, queued
Magazine, If I say let it spray
Yeah, And don't let that go over your head
Yeah
Just need a lil Henny with me, shh, yeah, ayy, yeah
I was walking on this water, let my name Jesus,
Blasphemy as they clap for me in the Coliseum
Please rewind, I'm wine and dine the women who go die to meet us
Anything I say it goes, hoes playing follow the leader
A quarter brick, I tell the jeweler, ice the wrist in freeze us
My exe's no Texts's assistant if you tryna reach us
Down another offer, met a shorty dancing by the Charlotte water
Can't cuff anyone who got none to offer,
And I settle mine, I take the time to count up mine,
Gave so many loans, I done ruined these Rappers credit lines,
Now that's its due rent
Don't care what a fool spent,
When that money gone, you look around tell me who left,
Big J gon' lay him down
Before he finish his sentence,
I play the front for all my niggas
Like I'm cleaning the image,
Keep a body on my 6
If 12 cover that entrance,
Ham keep a bitch on her knees
Like she seeking repentance,
Ain't no need for the arguments
I signal cutthroat, you disappear, But that's common sense
The bread for the dinner is bout to G, But that's common cents
Don't care if I cause offense,
Women come in pairs
Evaluate what I got in sets,
No need for the teasing me
Steady be fiending me, More of a short time
Heading down this long road, I know she be needing me
Forbidden food, it really got a need, And she eating me
Everything I say is gospel trust, She believe in me
I might be sick if I place this bet at the garden
I call her eden, No knowledge, but eating up apple products
Only sticking around, in love with abundance in pockets
Can't be no wife or no goddess, You watching all my deposits
That's just not in the options, More of a symbol than topic
Who you wish on your comments, And we know you lame
Based upon the names, That we know you ain't
Talking bout a pic, you not worthy, They even on my chain
Take a day, pray, Petty king, crusade, slide and slay
Got the G's, queued
Magazine, If I say let it spray
Yeah, And don't let that go over your head
Yeah
Writer: Alex Tarira
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