They say a nigga be wild'n
They don't got it I tell I got em
I See the enemy I spot him
For the dough imma knock em
Put a foe to ya noggin
Dick in ya bitch
Running up her mileage
Red eyes when I smoke collards
Foreign whip in auto pilot
These shoes Just Cavli
Changes my clothes like Mr.Rogers
Shawty call me papi
But I'm not her father
I remember in o three
I use to pop my collar
Now I'm counting all this Gwala
With a thotiana
Been on my grind
Can't let a hoe just waste my time
I keep a rake cut all the snakes
But I'm still with my slim
I remember thuggin with the gang
Outside posted up with my fire
Off them jig-as all night
I can damn near close my eyes
Now it's Bel air and lobster
No more chicken and fries
I think I lost my conscious
I think I lost my mind
Yea it's cold in these streets
Got to stay close to the heat
Mama keep telling me
Baby boy just hold yo steez
Whip it up whip it up clean
In them p o t's
Shorty say she hate me
But she still won't leave
Let's put a end to this
Girl let's finish this
Stupid hoe
Stop putting all out business
On the internet
I can't lie yea you got that Fye
In between them legs
This emotional roller coaster
F*cking up my head
This emotional roller coaster
F*cking up my head
They say a nigga be wild'n
They don't got it I tell I got em
I See the enemy I spot him
For the dough imma knock em
Put a foe to ya noggin
Dick in ya bitch
Running up her mileage
Red eyes when I smoke collards
Foreign whip in auto pilot
These shoes Just Cavli
Changes my clothes like Mr.Rogers
Shawty call me papi
But I'm not her father
I remember in o three
I use to pop my collar
Now I'm counting all this Gwala
With a thotiana
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They say a nigga be wild'n
They don't got it I tell I got em
I See the enemy I spot him
For the dough imma knock em
Put a foe to ya noggin
Dick in ya bitch
Running up her mileage
Red eyes when I smoke collards
Foreign whip in auto pilot
These shoes Just Cavli
Changes my clothes like Mr.Rogers
Shawty call me papi
But I'm not her father
I remember in o three
I use to pop my collar
Now I'm counting all this Gwala
With a thotiana
Been on my grind
Can't let a hoe just waste my time
I keep a rake cut all the snakes
But I'm still with my slim
I remember thuggin with the gang
Outside posted up with my fire
Off them jig-as all night
I can damn near close my eyes
Now it's Bel air and lobster
No more chicken and fries
I think I lost my conscious
I think I lost my mind
Yea it's cold in these streets
Got to stay close to the heat
Mama keep telling me
Baby boy just hold yo steez
Whip it up whip it up clean
In them p o t's
Shorty say she hate me
But she still won't leave
Let's put a end to this
Girl let's finish this
Stupid hoe
Stop putting all out business
On the internet
I can't lie yea you got that Fye
In between them legs
This emotional roller coaster
F*cking up my head
This emotional roller coaster
F*cking up my head
They say a nigga be wild'n
They don't got it I tell I got em
I See the enemy I spot him
For the dough imma knock em
Put a foe to ya noggin
Dick in ya bitch
Running up her mileage
Red eyes when I smoke collards
Foreign whip in auto pilot
These shoes Just Cavli
Changes my clothes like Mr.Rogers
Shawty call me papi
But I'm not her father
I remember in o three
I use to pop my collar
Now I'm counting all this Gwala
With a thotiana
They don't got it I tell I got em
I See the enemy I spot him
For the dough imma knock em
Put a foe to ya noggin
Dick in ya bitch
Running up her mileage
Red eyes when I smoke collards
Foreign whip in auto pilot
These shoes Just Cavli
Changes my clothes like Mr.Rogers
Shawty call me papi
But I'm not her father
I remember in o three
I use to pop my collar
Now I'm counting all this Gwala
With a thotiana
Been on my grind
Can't let a hoe just waste my time
I keep a rake cut all the snakes
But I'm still with my slim
I remember thuggin with the gang
Outside posted up with my fire
Off them jig-as all night
I can damn near close my eyes
Now it's Bel air and lobster
No more chicken and fries
I think I lost my conscious
I think I lost my mind
Yea it's cold in these streets
Got to stay close to the heat
Mama keep telling me
Baby boy just hold yo steez
Whip it up whip it up clean
In them p o t's
Shorty say she hate me
But she still won't leave
Let's put a end to this
Girl let's finish this
Stupid hoe
Stop putting all out business
On the internet
I can't lie yea you got that Fye
In between them legs
This emotional roller coaster
F*cking up my head
This emotional roller coaster
F*cking up my head
They say a nigga be wild'n
They don't got it I tell I got em
I See the enemy I spot him
For the dough imma knock em
Put a foe to ya noggin
Dick in ya bitch
Running up her mileage
Red eyes when I smoke collards
Foreign whip in auto pilot
These shoes Just Cavli
Changes my clothes like Mr.Rogers
Shawty call me papi
But I'm not her father
I remember in o three
I use to pop my collar
Now I'm counting all this Gwala
With a thotiana
Writer: Blake Walker
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