By any chance
I jus' got my checks, I take 'em off and put on vans
If I'm tryna link with her I tell her in advance
Pull up to her crib, open the door, she got no pants
What's the plans
I pulled up to center city, pulled up with my mans
Bump into my shoulder, Ima drop you where you stand
Ima hit ya folks, this weapon gonna make you dance
Pull up to the party
Homies sipping Bacardi
In the back room with lil Shawty
And she said I taste like smarties
And The host must be the joker cause he really tryna clown me
I just told him that ya girlfriend beat me like she Ronda Rousey
I just do it like no other
People really hatin' I got more jelly than Smuckers
Babygirl just called me Smokey, so I guess my last name Tucker
You will def get slaughtered if you touch her
Flow water like Atlantic
And I know that they can't stand it
I spit heat, give me a beat, then I'll go crazy, I'll go antic
She in love with all my songs, and every lyric she be chanting
And I hit her doggy style, all I heard from her was panting
Like whoa, whoa
I feel like a pro, pro
Always on the go, go
Live it how I get it and I get it how I live it for the digits yea you know, know
By any chance
I jus' got my checks, I take 'em off and put on vans
If I'm tryna link with her I tell her in advance
Pull up to her crib, open the door, she got no pants
What's the plans
I pulled up to center city, pulled up with my mans
Bump into my shoulder, Ima drop you where you stand
Ima hit ya folks, this weapon gonna make you dance
I jus get it how I can, aye
This goes out to anybody tryna cool me down, actin like a fan, aye
Shoutout to all my fans hittin' up my dm's sayin' that I can, aye
I got connects from New York, they callin' 'me B cuz I gotta plan, aye
Shawty poppin' them like Xan's, aye
Switch the flow like a trans, aye
Keep it short no pants, aye
I ignore all the cant's, aye
Get ya shawty off my branch, aye
Cuz she wastin' my time
She only hittin' up my jack like she be prayin' for pipe
She prayin' for life between us so I'm payin' her right
Gotta get up outta there, swipe out and breakin' the line
I ignore a lot of artists cuz they fake in their rhymes
My flow lake to these ponds and I ain't in my prime
Like whoa, whoa
I feel like a pro, pro
Always on the go, go
Live it how I get it and I get it how I live it for the digits yea you know, know
By any chance
I jus' got my checks, I take 'em off and put on vans
If I'm tryna link with her I tell her in advance
Pull up to her crib, open the door, she got no pants
What's the plans
I pulled up to center city, pulled up with my mans
Bump into my shoulder, Ima drop you where you stand
Ima hit ya folks, this weapon gonna make you dance
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By any chance
I jus' got my checks, I take 'em off and put on vans
If I'm tryna link with her I tell her in advance
Pull up to her crib, open the door, she got no pants
What's the plans
I pulled up to center city, pulled up with my mans
Bump into my shoulder, Ima drop you where you stand
Ima hit ya folks, this weapon gonna make you dance
Pull up to the party
Homies sipping Bacardi
In the back room with lil Shawty
And she said I taste like smarties
And The host must be the joker cause he really tryna clown me
I just told him that ya girlfriend beat me like she Ronda Rousey
I just do it like no other
People really hatin' I got more jelly than Smuckers
Babygirl just called me Smokey, so I guess my last name Tucker
You will def get slaughtered if you touch her
Flow water like Atlantic
And I know that they can't stand it
I spit heat, give me a beat, then I'll go crazy, I'll go antic
She in love with all my songs, and every lyric she be chanting
And I hit her doggy style, all I heard from her was panting
Like whoa, whoa
I feel like a pro, pro
Always on the go, go
Live it how I get it and I get it how I live it for the digits yea you know, know
By any chance
I jus' got my checks, I take 'em off and put on vans
If I'm tryna link with her I tell her in advance
Pull up to her crib, open the door, she got no pants
What's the plans
I pulled up to center city, pulled up with my mans
Bump into my shoulder, Ima drop you where you stand
Ima hit ya folks, this weapon gonna make you dance
I jus get it how I can, aye
This goes out to anybody tryna cool me down, actin like a fan, aye
Shoutout to all my fans hittin' up my dm's sayin' that I can, aye
I got connects from New York, they callin' 'me B cuz I gotta plan, aye
Shawty poppin' them like Xan's, aye
Switch the flow like a trans, aye
Keep it short no pants, aye
I ignore all the cant's, aye
Get ya shawty off my branch, aye
Cuz she wastin' my time
She only hittin' up my jack like she be prayin' for pipe
She prayin' for life between us so I'm payin' her right
Gotta get up outta there, swipe out and breakin' the line
I ignore a lot of artists cuz they fake in their rhymes
My flow lake to these ponds and I ain't in my prime
Like whoa, whoa
I feel like a pro, pro
Always on the go, go
Live it how I get it and I get it how I live it for the digits yea you know, know
By any chance
I jus' got my checks, I take 'em off and put on vans
If I'm tryna link with her I tell her in advance
Pull up to her crib, open the door, she got no pants
What's the plans
I pulled up to center city, pulled up with my mans
Bump into my shoulder, Ima drop you where you stand
Ima hit ya folks, this weapon gonna make you dance
I jus' got my checks, I take 'em off and put on vans
If I'm tryna link with her I tell her in advance
Pull up to her crib, open the door, she got no pants
What's the plans
I pulled up to center city, pulled up with my mans
Bump into my shoulder, Ima drop you where you stand
Ima hit ya folks, this weapon gonna make you dance
Pull up to the party
Homies sipping Bacardi
In the back room with lil Shawty
And she said I taste like smarties
And The host must be the joker cause he really tryna clown me
I just told him that ya girlfriend beat me like she Ronda Rousey
I just do it like no other
People really hatin' I got more jelly than Smuckers
Babygirl just called me Smokey, so I guess my last name Tucker
You will def get slaughtered if you touch her
Flow water like Atlantic
And I know that they can't stand it
I spit heat, give me a beat, then I'll go crazy, I'll go antic
She in love with all my songs, and every lyric she be chanting
And I hit her doggy style, all I heard from her was panting
Like whoa, whoa
I feel like a pro, pro
Always on the go, go
Live it how I get it and I get it how I live it for the digits yea you know, know
By any chance
I jus' got my checks, I take 'em off and put on vans
If I'm tryna link with her I tell her in advance
Pull up to her crib, open the door, she got no pants
What's the plans
I pulled up to center city, pulled up with my mans
Bump into my shoulder, Ima drop you where you stand
Ima hit ya folks, this weapon gonna make you dance
I jus get it how I can, aye
This goes out to anybody tryna cool me down, actin like a fan, aye
Shoutout to all my fans hittin' up my dm's sayin' that I can, aye
I got connects from New York, they callin' 'me B cuz I gotta plan, aye
Shawty poppin' them like Xan's, aye
Switch the flow like a trans, aye
Keep it short no pants, aye
I ignore all the cant's, aye
Get ya shawty off my branch, aye
Cuz she wastin' my time
She only hittin' up my jack like she be prayin' for pipe
She prayin' for life between us so I'm payin' her right
Gotta get up outta there, swipe out and breakin' the line
I ignore a lot of artists cuz they fake in their rhymes
My flow lake to these ponds and I ain't in my prime
Like whoa, whoa
I feel like a pro, pro
Always on the go, go
Live it how I get it and I get it how I live it for the digits yea you know, know
By any chance
I jus' got my checks, I take 'em off and put on vans
If I'm tryna link with her I tell her in advance
Pull up to her crib, open the door, she got no pants
What's the plans
I pulled up to center city, pulled up with my mans
Bump into my shoulder, Ima drop you where you stand
Ima hit ya folks, this weapon gonna make you dance
Writer: Christopher Watson
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