She a green light
Caught her at the bar that's a mean sight
She grabbing on me say she like my gene type
I can take her home but it don't seem right
She ain't my dream type
But her friend though
In the same sorority
She know my f*ckin' name but she shortens it to T
She never told her friends that she was feelin' me
She also left out that I been given her the D
Damn, cold f*ckin' world
I'm single as f*ck bitch you is not my girl
You ready or what bitch let me rock yo world
You wasn't complainin' witcho' fingers through my
Curls
And I'm the best she ever had
I ain't wear a hat damn I hope I'm not a dad
That's an all time performance like it might of been my last
If she ever hit me up again
I could never pass
Yea nigga simple
And I like her dimples
The way she smile ear to ear I'm smooth like pimp hoe
Car real foreign but I hide behind them tints though
Lick real pourin' so a nigga gotta sip slow
I see you creeping' round these streets
You a tiptoe
I be out the country takin' mad exotic trips though
You like that Magic so I give you the Johnson
Blow ya' back out leave yo' ass unresponsive
Tap yo' life alert, ambulance first respondent
Breath in you body, revive with the oxygen
Red alert, cuz you know nobody got be stoppin' him
Take your friends home 4K yea he'll be poopin' em'
Rollie on his wrist cuz these niggas they be clockin' em
Cuz I'm a show stopper double g yea I be rockin' em
Yea I be rockin' em
Yea I be rocking' em
Yea, I'm tryna hop up to six figures
The type of money gotchu worried bout them gold diggers
Aye yo girl yea she gotta nice figure
She tryna talk to me
Well go figure
After she through with me, she need an alimony
I spit my verses to the people like a testimony
Why you all up on me
Why you throwin' shade, just throw a rock it hit harder
You do it big I do it larger
You second string and I'm the starter
I'm packin' heat feeble minded people will fail to understand
I'm talkin' kelvin heathen you can't even comprehend
You flip a pack I flip a stack
You stumble a rack and I get back
From the south side
Yea I ran the block
Now we chillin on the north side
Now we really ride, really vibe
Hit you with a line so clean it make you flatline
You ain't got the answers homie yea you better use a lifeline
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She a green light
Caught her at the bar that's a mean sight
She grabbing on me say she like my gene type
I can take her home but it don't seem right
She ain't my dream type
But her friend though
In the same sorority
She know my f*ckin' name but she shortens it to T
She never told her friends that she was feelin' me
She also left out that I been given her the D
Damn, cold f*ckin' world
I'm single as f*ck bitch you is not my girl
You ready or what bitch let me rock yo world
You wasn't complainin' witcho' fingers through my
Curls
And I'm the best she ever had
I ain't wear a hat damn I hope I'm not a dad
That's an all time performance like it might of been my last
If she ever hit me up again
I could never pass
Yea nigga simple
And I like her dimples
The way she smile ear to ear I'm smooth like pimp hoe
Car real foreign but I hide behind them tints though
Lick real pourin' so a nigga gotta sip slow
I see you creeping' round these streets
You a tiptoe
I be out the country takin' mad exotic trips though
You like that Magic so I give you the Johnson
Blow ya' back out leave yo' ass unresponsive
Tap yo' life alert, ambulance first respondent
Breath in you body, revive with the oxygen
Red alert, cuz you know nobody got be stoppin' him
Take your friends home 4K yea he'll be poopin' em'
Rollie on his wrist cuz these niggas they be clockin' em
Cuz I'm a show stopper double g yea I be rockin' em
Yea I be rockin' em
Yea I be rocking' em
Yea, I'm tryna hop up to six figures
The type of money gotchu worried bout them gold diggers
Aye yo girl yea she gotta nice figure
She tryna talk to me
Well go figure
After she through with me, she need an alimony
I spit my verses to the people like a testimony
Why you all up on me
Why you throwin' shade, just throw a rock it hit harder
You do it big I do it larger
You second string and I'm the starter
I'm packin' heat feeble minded people will fail to understand
I'm talkin' kelvin heathen you can't even comprehend
You flip a pack I flip a stack
You stumble a rack and I get back
From the south side
Yea I ran the block
Now we chillin on the north side
Now we really ride, really vibe
Hit you with a line so clean it make you flatline
You ain't got the answers homie yea you better use a lifeline
Caught her at the bar that's a mean sight
She grabbing on me say she like my gene type
I can take her home but it don't seem right
She ain't my dream type
But her friend though
In the same sorority
She know my f*ckin' name but she shortens it to T
She never told her friends that she was feelin' me
She also left out that I been given her the D
Damn, cold f*ckin' world
I'm single as f*ck bitch you is not my girl
You ready or what bitch let me rock yo world
You wasn't complainin' witcho' fingers through my
Curls
And I'm the best she ever had
I ain't wear a hat damn I hope I'm not a dad
That's an all time performance like it might of been my last
If she ever hit me up again
I could never pass
Yea nigga simple
And I like her dimples
The way she smile ear to ear I'm smooth like pimp hoe
Car real foreign but I hide behind them tints though
Lick real pourin' so a nigga gotta sip slow
I see you creeping' round these streets
You a tiptoe
I be out the country takin' mad exotic trips though
You like that Magic so I give you the Johnson
Blow ya' back out leave yo' ass unresponsive
Tap yo' life alert, ambulance first respondent
Breath in you body, revive with the oxygen
Red alert, cuz you know nobody got be stoppin' him
Take your friends home 4K yea he'll be poopin' em'
Rollie on his wrist cuz these niggas they be clockin' em
Cuz I'm a show stopper double g yea I be rockin' em
Yea I be rockin' em
Yea I be rocking' em
Yea, I'm tryna hop up to six figures
The type of money gotchu worried bout them gold diggers
Aye yo girl yea she gotta nice figure
She tryna talk to me
Well go figure
After she through with me, she need an alimony
I spit my verses to the people like a testimony
Why you all up on me
Why you throwin' shade, just throw a rock it hit harder
You do it big I do it larger
You second string and I'm the starter
I'm packin' heat feeble minded people will fail to understand
I'm talkin' kelvin heathen you can't even comprehend
You flip a pack I flip a stack
You stumble a rack and I get back
From the south side
Yea I ran the block
Now we chillin on the north side
Now we really ride, really vibe
Hit you with a line so clean it make you flatline
You ain't got the answers homie yea you better use a lifeline
Writer: Jordan A, Tayjon M, Yasir T
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid