Lyrics

(David, wake up) Yeah, yeah (Oh my God, Jaasu, can I try on your glasses?) Yeah, mmh Open the door, baby, let me in (uh-huh) You're the reason why I got anxiety (uh-huh) I seen the opps when I'm stepping in, uh Why these fuck niggas trying me? Yeah, pull up in that Ghost like it's Insidious You say that you got a badder bitch, that bitch is hideous That .223 not a joking matter, it get serious Paul walking through the traffic, this ain't Fast & Furious You don't like me? Let me know Feel like Sosa with the glizzy, talking down, you Faneto Bitch, these tricks is not for kids, uh, dumb, silly ho' When I walk up in the party, yeah, your bitch She know my name, she said "It's Kobe, nice to meet you," uh Baby, I can't treat you 'cause I know that you're a treesha (uh-huh) I know you do niggas dirty (uh-huh) Uh, baby, I'm way cleaner (uh-huh) I done seen so many people die I've seen 'em right in front of my eyes I've seen my fucking mama cry (yeah, yeah) Nigga, why the fuck would I lie? Open the door, baby, let me in (open, open) You're the reason why I got anxiety (anxiety) I seen the opps when I'm stepping in, uh Why these fuck niggas trying me? Yeah, pull up in that Ghost like it's Insidious You say that you got a badder bitch That bitch is hideous (woah, woah) That .223 not a joking matter, it get serious Paul walking through the traffic, this ain't Fast & Furious Uh, sadness, depression, anger, aggression (buh, buh) I walked in with my weapon (brrt) And you know I got TECs in (uh-huh, uh-huh) Your bitch hit my phone, I know she wanna fuck, she texting (yeah) I was in the streets all with my gang (yeah), I was finessing (yeah) You don't know me, mm, I don't know you, uh (know you) I got Jimmy Choos, uh, what you wanna do? (Do) Pull up in a coupe, uh, and I'm with your boo, uh (uh-huh) I'ma tell the truth (uh-huh) Boy, I'm finna drop the roof (uh-huh, uh-huh) Open the door, baby, let me in, you're the reason why I got anxiety I seen the opps when I'm stepping in, huh Why these fuck niggas trying me? Yeah, pull up in that Ghost like it's Insidious You say that you got a badder bitch, that bitch is hideous That .223 not a joking matter, it get serious Paul walking through the traffic, this ain't Fast & Furious
Writer(s): David James Morse, Mallory Jaasu Amir, Pellerin Tyreek Solomon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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