Lyrics

Almost missed my flight today I look good even though I feel shitty I just got back out this way Call 'em off, could you call 'em off for me You're always goin' on and on Got it all ask me why I'll never leave I don't go out much But you should come thru thru Drop top foreign ting Foreign's in it A lot of girls gotta see a doctor but you born with it Trap nigga got the blueprint tryna build with you Boujee attitude them other niggas couldn't deal with you Big picture not them other bitches' girl it feels different Backshots make you tell your friends I got your feels different Foreign driver but the 30 inches keep the chevy lifted Candy apple paint is pealing Girl a lot of juice is dripping Backseat fold her up show her that the tongue is gifted Neighbors watching let them watch it this was made for television Trap lord open up the heavens when the roof is missing 10 bricks any block I ain't never need permission Where I'm from the boys got it then you go and get it Choppa on me beamer out in traffic slidin to a mission Where I'm from the boys got it then you go and get it Choppa on me beamer out in traffic slidin to a mission whoa Almost missed my flight today I look good even though I feel shitty I just got back out this way Call 'em off could you call 'em off for me? You're always goin' on and on Got it all ask me why I'll never leave I don't go out much But you should come through tonight I'm chillin' on the Westside boo Call my homegirl tell your best friend he could slide too On the low a remote location I don't want them seein' me gettin' faded You should come through tonight I only kick it with a tight crew They won't tell 'cause they tryna live they best life too On the low on my own I'll be wavy Hit me on my phone I'll be waitin' Yeah yeah Through tonight I'm chillin' on the Westside, boo Call my homegirl tell your best friend he could slide too On the low a remote location I don't want them seein' me gettin' faded You should come through tonight I only kick it with a tight crew They won't tell 'cause they tryna live they best life too On the low on my own I'll be wavy Hit me on my phone I'll be waitin'
Writer(s): Brandon Mcclain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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