Been A Minute

I'm on some shit that I ain't been on in a minute, ****

Yeah

Yeah

Calipe ****

(Heavy with the burden of the truth)

(Bliss, why you tweak onnis bitch like that)

We got these **** hella mad, they bitches gettin' fucked

(Yop)

Me and Brody locked in, we like J.R. and Shump

Weed orange tint, shit look like Donald Trump

My mama like, where the Febreze

Yo' room smell like skunk

My Brody starin' at your kit, you better give it up

(up)

I got a couple of bad bitches look like Maya Bucks

She doin' splits all on the dick

She think she doin' stunts

(cmere)

I look like Frobie in the fourth

You know Im finna clutch

Don't tell nobody that we fuckin'

Keep yo mouth shut

(shh)

**** speakin' on the gang, we hit his putt-putt

Lil' Brody bustin' scams, he broke if he run outta luck

Can't fuck no ugly dumb-ass bitch, I'll call yo ass a FUD

****, it's money on your top, I'm bringin' back a dub

But ain't no money in yo pockets, can't show me a slug

I make more money off of verses, then yo pay stub

I'm like a puppet master, I give yo life a tug

She said she want attention, bitch, come give my dick a hug

(yop)

**** was ghosts back then, they tryna show me love

(fuck on)

I see the greed up in her eyes, bitch, I don't fuck with bums

(fuck on)

Drugs got my stomach hurtin', I keep a pack of Tums

(Yop)

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

(Hm)

You see me pop out fly as hell, **** know it's us

All my **** up as hell, it ain't no trollin' us

(Naw)

Throw that fuckin' FABUR on, bitch, I'ma fold you up

(cmere)

She used to cheer when she was young, show me a toe-touch

(yop)

**** rich but not fr, Brody got robux

(robux)

Just split a Xanny with a baddie, it got me toe up

(toe up)

She said she love all of my money, bitch, you know that's lust

(fuck on)

Told Ma Dukes she gon' be straight, just give it a couple months

****, keep on wearin' that same fit, I know you smell like must

Hangin' with them white boys, my **** love to sip on Tuss

I can't leave my bag around you, **** I don't trust

(Yeah)

I don't trust ****

(Yeah)

, I don't trust ****

(hm)

I don't trust ****, that's why you don't see me around ****

I had my highs and lows too, that's why I don't clown ****

I been feelin' myself ****, that's why I sound different

Wonder why I keep that bag, I keep my pounds in it

She like playin' with my balls, she got a thing for tennis

All I do is smile at hoes, I think I'm Duke Dennis

I been pitchin' for the team, I feel like Chris Fleming

(yeah)

I hate fuckin' dingy bitches, but I love women

(yop)

She tryna drown me in it, I think I'm skinny dippin'

(yeah)

Pocket's heavyweight as hell, but I'm really lifted

Jah been blessing me, that's the reason you see me trippin'

Just throw the fuckin' beat on, I don't need no mixin', ****

(Yeah, yop, yeah)