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Yeah Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god Boy, you know what the fuck goin' on Back in this bitch like I never left, come on Give it to me Sheesh Riding through the city with the windows down Heard that you was talking 'bout him right there Boy I swear to god you better switch pronouns I don't ride waves, I don't switch no sound I don't hang ten, I'm ten toes down Had a little song I was gonna put first But boy, goddamn, this an intro now Right back to it never left though Except for that week I had strep throat Know this shit boom when we come down South And I had to bring my own Lil Metro 2for's on it, man the kid psychotic If you looking for the flows or the hits, I got it When the sun goes down I'ma creep up on it Like a thief in the night, finna pick your pockets I ain't really fucking with you hype beasts (Nah) Really though, I put it on e'rything (E'rything) I don't really be in no shindigs I ain't been happy since 13 CyHi told me how to deal with the writer's block Got me thinking maybe I was thinking inside the box Now we in the house, finna bring it around the block Know they wanna hang, but we hanging them out to dry (Woo, woo, woo) Guess he never seen this shit coming She a little older, didn't think she be coming Only thing I'm trying to do is keep this shit jumping So I turned this motherfucker to a pole vault Chicken finger plate for the road, dog Heard that you was working on a mixtape Really you can keep it like the coleslaw Bring the beat back like the overalls Your boyfriend a tool, that's a Kobalt When I'm in the booth, make the snow fall Ain't nobody in my class, check the role call One name on it, bring the beat to me I'ma come skate on it Something like Timmy, I'ma Wuntayk on it Boy, I know this shit's hot, no one takes on it Pre-Med shorty, turn me on like she hit the reset on me Told me that we living different lives right now When I graduated, it was recess for me All these frat boys won't fuck with the boy Even when it's really something they could come to enjoy She don't listen to the lyrics, but she fuck with my voice I got a hundred situations that I want to exploit and I'ma do it That's right, riding through the city on my last life Know I had to beat it down, last night When she leave the crib she get, baptized, every time Funny how it all works out Right before I did this, I was feeling burnt out Now the whole city 'bout to get burnt down
Writer(s): Jackman Thomas Harlow, Dawoyne Lawson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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