TFE Sheedo - Back In The Booth Lyrics

Jordan's on my feet, bitch I don't rock no sketchers
She acting like a dog, a nigga had to gone pet her
She pop a pill before we f*ck, that get the grips wetter
My heart cold, this can't get warm up from no sweater

I tryna bubble and shit
Play with me, I tryna beat your ass on some royal rumble shit
Shawty be scared for me, she see I into thugging and shit
Tell folks pass the switch inside the whip when it's time for a hit
I tryna trap this bitch out, bitch we get the gas for the low
Give me a shot in the split second and I finna blow
He so pussy but he claiming he want all the smoke
Put the heater to he face, give him a sun tan
Black forces on, just in case I gotta run down
Bitch I is a king, they need to get my crown
This glizzy a freak, she touching these niggas all over
Put a dick up on that shit, that's a Juwanna blower
Cocaine white tee, I bring the snow up in October
I high all 24 hours, bitch I am not sober
If I mix it up, I throwing some wock in with the tris
Pop a pill, now I bussing whole time in the sitch
Show me how to whip it, I'll be using my wrist in the kitchen
It's plenty jokes until one of y'all bitch ass go missing
Them niggas capping in them songs, ain't doing no beefing
Young bag chaser, I wearing True Religion socks inside my house shoes
Don't try to violate me, bitch I get some loose screws
They get me f*cked up, speaking on the gang when you know you never touched us
In the cut like peroxide, this bitch gon' do a sizzle
I ain't no burger spot but she tryna get to my pickle
Ain't no cap inside my rap, not even a little fiction
But y'all gon' say whatever so I ain't even tripping
Nah I ain't even tripping
I ain't tripping
Back in the booth, y'all know how it go
Gang