Letra

Yeah Yeah, look, ay, yeah Ever since middle school I've been the n- who I was a different dude, skipping school You for the talk, we was physical Spill out my heart, like it's ritual Really whoever can get it Your gimmicks glitching Gave a year to get In, but you didn't Spending Benji's, so my Pops can get top From the thots in the lot of the cities we visit Y'all wanna scrimmage, I want the heat Send the butcher, bring the beef to ya feet How you pushing, but be telling In tweets Never looking, I can hеar when they speak Moving discrеte, stuck In my ways Go tell ya bitch, she should light you some sage Cuz I'm on the way Sending bad vibes In the past I was a bad guy In a crash site it's a fast life That's a task I don't heed We boutta blow, ain't no boarding for free Veno & MoCo, been feigning on go Doe So we on these tracks scoring 40 a piece According to streets, we Morphing to be The greatest force of course, I'm hitting my zone Take the torch and then I sit on the throne Hop the porch and then I get to the bone We ain't surprised I see the bitch In they eyes I see the switch In they vibe You the type n- that follow the shade You the type n- that ain't what you say You the type n- be typing to n-s I already figured out who you goin be You the type n- that switch up for bitches You posting up stories, just hoping they see Yeah, look, that's on me I said, I been doing well I hope you wellin n- stay away from me Pussy n-s stay away from me Lord keep these n-s away from me Ever since middle school I been the n-who Hopped on the blue line When I wasn't feeling school Headed too Pentagon To hit Armani exchange Still mumble sauce on my chicken boo Ain't nothing different boo Just living different these days Don't try gauge off my page I promise that shit ain't the same Been in my lane Free party we on a campaign To put all these doubters to shame and shit Gotta watch em these n-s be plagiarist I been solid yeah I'm not with the faking shit Sorry baby I don't want no relationship now Can't fuck with clowns either Can't come around neither Leisure never The party Done tapped into another level It's crazy this shit started with a pencil And thoughts from the mental Foot on the pedal ain't no letting up These days everybody tough These days everybody up Honestly I really had enough Whole lotta talk Lotta fluff in your shit When it's time to prove it In the cut with the shit Always bluffing and shit Cuz you not with the shit Damn, I always knew that you'd switch We ain't surprised I see the bitch In they eyes I see the switch In they vibe You the type n- that follow the shade You the type n- that ain't what you say You the type n- be typing to n-s I already figured out who you goin be You the type n- that switch up for bitches You posting up stories, just hoping they see Yeah, look, that's on me I said, I been doing well I hope you wellin n- stay away from me Pussy n-s stay away from me Lord keep these n-s away from me
Writer(s): Jermaine Quattlebaum, Mohamed Conteh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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