Texty
Yeah, stylin' on 'em, need the rest of 'em to
Said"I got you", then I'm right there when you
Yeah, they don't get it
Gotta get it myself
I ain't sharin
That it's bad for my health
Stylin' on 'em, need the rest of 'em to pack up
Said"I got you", then I'm right there when you back up
They don't get it
Why I gotta get it myself
I ain't sharing, she gon' tell me that it's bad for my health
I'm up in the game fosho
Got some racks, but I need more
Making waves, gon' shake the boat
Through your back, you feel the rows
Let 'em in or let 'em go
Without talkin, let 'em know
Break the beat down, decompose
It ain't nun, that's how it goes
Told my mama that I made it and she's happy that I'm famous
I been rockin' all these shows, I be poppin' off at stages
I been putting in that work, I been putting in that painting
He can't see the bigger picture, bet he'll never see a painting
Aye, I been poppin' off
I been workin' on that album, I can't drop it all
I just took a pill, I took a Adderall
Bitch I'm from the south, but I fuck with the north
It took some time to get me here, but they don't understand
I cannot change now, this my only plan
And I swear that they don't understand
Momma told me always be a better man
Stylin' on 'em, need the rest of 'em to pack up
Said"I got you", then I'm right there when you back up
They don't get it
Why I gotta get it myself
I ain't sharing, she gon' tell me that it's bad for my health
I'm up in the game fosho
Got some racks, but I need more
Making waves, gon' shake the boat
Through your back, you feel the rows
Let 'em in or let 'em go
Without talkin, let 'em know
Break the beat down, decompose
It ain't nun, that's how it goes
Don't be checkin' on me
Got all these songs, like it ain't nun' to see
She keep doin' me wrong, like I wasn't gon' leave
All this ice down my arms, don't got room for no sleeves
Yeah, late night, I'ma let the smoke out the window
Hating in the comments, but I know you been broke
That bitch inchin' closer, I can hear her tiptoe
Up in my room gettin' low, she gon' limbo
It's gon' take time, but got nothing to lose
She fuckin' with Navy, said I put her out her blues
Keep it goin' everyday, can't make no excuse
They way too selective, why they pick and they choose?
(Now she breakin' the rules)
Stylin' on 'em, need the rest of 'em to pack up
Said"I got you", then I'm right there when you back up
They don't get it
Why I gotta get it myself
I ain't sharing, she gon' tell me that it's bad for my health
I'm up in the game fosho
Got some racks, but I need more
Making waves, gon' shake the boat
Through your back, you feel the rows
Let 'em in or let 'em go
Without talkin, let 'em know
Break the beat down, decompose
It ain't nun, that's how it goes
Written by: Noah Paul
