Yeah, Shyboii
Wassup?
It's Lyfewithdereck, we just posted at C.S.U.L.B. doing our thing you know just recording music
Passionate about this shit
Real shit (Ay)
Move in silence like a Tesla
In the lab like I'm Dexter
She gimme brain like professors
She want the D not the letter
She earned an E just for effort
Might just F her forever
Or just straight up forget her
On some fake ass dementia
Those some fake ass extensions
Lookin' for my best interest
Kim K in them leggings
And I just liked all her pictures
D.M. back when you ready
Spend all day in my mentions
Know she do it for attention
Always claiming pretentious
Ain't with the pretend shit
Everything superficial
Why you acting big headed?
Lookin' like Stewie Griffin
Wide eyed like a Simpson
Eyes low when I'm sippin'
Henny running through my system
Running game on her best friend
And she like what I'm saying
6 God with the language
Ain't even from Toronto
But she don't know I'm jafaking
Only see her on the weekend
Take her out to see The Weeknd
Take her home then we freaking
'Round the clock to the P.M. (Yeah)
Rock a hoodie like I'm A Boog
Triple black so they can't look
Runnin' game like a play book
Double shifts 'til my pay good
Hustle hard like I'm Ace Hood
Nah Hussle hard like I'm Nipsey (Ay)
C.B.S. sent me a 10 piece (Ay)
Fear of Gods God blessed me (Ay)
Good return on my investment
I just met you but we destined
In that tight dress that you dressed in
Said I love your accent what you repping?
Oh you British from the West End
You love to party with yo' best friend
Bring her over to the Westin
Grab yo bag let's get you checked in
Never let em treat you less than
Babe I hope you learned yo' lesson
Told lil momma I make music
She said shut the f*ck up stop pretending
I ain't never won a grammy (Nope)
But I been cooking like I'm Ramsey (Yeah)
Stacking the bucks like it's Bambi
So I can pull off in a Lambi
Or a phantom no Danny
Never caught up in no rap beef
Face to face so don't at me
She lemme hit it like I'm Jackie
Home running like an athlete
Designer clothes you keep it classy
Raf Simons oh you fancy
Raf Simons oh you fancy
Shyboii Guero & Drevmlvnd - Raf Lyrics
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Yeah, Shyboii
Wassup?
It's Lyfewithdereck, we just posted at C.S.U.L.B. doing our thing you know just recording music
Passionate about this shit
Real shit (Ay)
Move in silence like a Tesla
In the lab like I'm Dexter
She gimme brain like professors
She want the D not the letter
She earned an E just for effort
Might just F her forever
Or just straight up forget her
On some fake ass dementia
Those some fake ass extensions
Lookin' for my best interest
Kim K in them leggings
And I just liked all her pictures
D.M. back when you ready
Spend all day in my mentions
Know she do it for attention
Always claiming pretentious
Ain't with the pretend shit
Everything superficial
Why you acting big headed?
Lookin' like Stewie Griffin
Wide eyed like a Simpson
Eyes low when I'm sippin'
Henny running through my system
Running game on her best friend
And she like what I'm saying
6 God with the language
Ain't even from Toronto
But she don't know I'm jafaking
Only see her on the weekend
Take her out to see The Weeknd
Take her home then we freaking
'Round the clock to the P.M. (Yeah)
Rock a hoodie like I'm A Boog
Triple black so they can't look
Runnin' game like a play book
Double shifts 'til my pay good
Hustle hard like I'm Ace Hood
Nah Hussle hard like I'm Nipsey (Ay)
C.B.S. sent me a 10 piece (Ay)
Fear of Gods God blessed me (Ay)
Good return on my investment
I just met you but we destined
In that tight dress that you dressed in
Said I love your accent what you repping?
Oh you British from the West End
You love to party with yo' best friend
Bring her over to the Westin
Grab yo bag let's get you checked in
Never let em treat you less than
Babe I hope you learned yo' lesson
Told lil momma I make music
She said shut the f*ck up stop pretending
I ain't never won a grammy (Nope)
But I been cooking like I'm Ramsey (Yeah)
Stacking the bucks like it's Bambi
So I can pull off in a Lambi
Or a phantom no Danny
Never caught up in no rap beef
Face to face so don't at me
She lemme hit it like I'm Jackie
Home running like an athlete
Designer clothes you keep it classy
Raf Simons oh you fancy
Raf Simons oh you fancy
Wassup?
It's Lyfewithdereck, we just posted at C.S.U.L.B. doing our thing you know just recording music
Passionate about this shit
Real shit (Ay)
Move in silence like a Tesla
In the lab like I'm Dexter
She gimme brain like professors
She want the D not the letter
She earned an E just for effort
Might just F her forever
Or just straight up forget her
On some fake ass dementia
Those some fake ass extensions
Lookin' for my best interest
Kim K in them leggings
And I just liked all her pictures
D.M. back when you ready
Spend all day in my mentions
Know she do it for attention
Always claiming pretentious
Ain't with the pretend shit
Everything superficial
Why you acting big headed?
Lookin' like Stewie Griffin
Wide eyed like a Simpson
Eyes low when I'm sippin'
Henny running through my system
Running game on her best friend
And she like what I'm saying
6 God with the language
Ain't even from Toronto
But she don't know I'm jafaking
Only see her on the weekend
Take her out to see The Weeknd
Take her home then we freaking
'Round the clock to the P.M. (Yeah)
Rock a hoodie like I'm A Boog
Triple black so they can't look
Runnin' game like a play book
Double shifts 'til my pay good
Hustle hard like I'm Ace Hood
Nah Hussle hard like I'm Nipsey (Ay)
C.B.S. sent me a 10 piece (Ay)
Fear of Gods God blessed me (Ay)
Good return on my investment
I just met you but we destined
In that tight dress that you dressed in
Said I love your accent what you repping?
Oh you British from the West End
You love to party with yo' best friend
Bring her over to the Westin
Grab yo bag let's get you checked in
Never let em treat you less than
Babe I hope you learned yo' lesson
Told lil momma I make music
She said shut the f*ck up stop pretending
I ain't never won a grammy (Nope)
But I been cooking like I'm Ramsey (Yeah)
Stacking the bucks like it's Bambi
So I can pull off in a Lambi
Or a phantom no Danny
Never caught up in no rap beef
Face to face so don't at me
She lemme hit it like I'm Jackie
Home running like an athlete
Designer clothes you keep it classy
Raf Simons oh you fancy
Raf Simons oh you fancy
Writer: Aurelio De Anda, Dereck Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid