I know you're sick and tired of singing sad songs

When you pull up it's up

Say the word I know the motive

You the queen I want to see your crown on

And we know you love to run but I can take you where you're going

Fingers in the face, I hate it when you feel away

Just a call way you know that I'm coming

I know you're sick and tired of singing sad songs

When you pull up it's up

Say the word I know the motive

No sleeping for the wicked, i don't dream but i can reminisce

You showed me light, I brought the type of dark that make you plead the fifth

And when you're on my body I just peep the drip

And no you're never gonna get the tab but I know you wanna take the tip

We gon keep 'em talking let em all get ticked

Make em vomit till they all get sick

Shotgun, cockpit, cocking blicks

Say the word I'll hit the block and spin

My **** some ninjas I might just cop them Kawasaki's

See I walk through the valley and I'm just praying they don't try me

I told you don't be scared to fall i'll catch you like a tumble mat

Came to play the field who would've thought that i'd be running back

I noticed in the heat you get freezing up. What's up with that?

PowerPuff no Buttercup but saved her down as bubble back

Used to have us laughing now i feel like i'm the laughing stock

Yeah you felt how hard it got but never felt how hard it got

Don't know if it's hard to stop or if I don't have the heart to stop

Remember when you showed me how you ride it in the parking lot

I know you're sick and tired of singing sad songs

When you pull up it's up

Say the word I know the motive

You the queen I wanna see your crown on

And we know you love to run but I can take you where you goin

Fingers in the face, hate it when you feel away

Just a call way you know that I'm coming

I know you're sick and tired of singing sad songs

When you pull up it's up

Say the word I know the motive

Now every day is just the next day

CAT scans I see 'em through just like a x-ray

Now I'm the type to make them leave their man and quit their jobs

And I can turn the purest nun into a sex slave

Diamonds on me bustin like I flood my neck with sequins

She know to bring her friends, it aint no solos need a sequence

Playing with the keys like I got locs and need a re-twist

She's mooning me I put the flash behind her made a eclipse

She peeped it

Asking questions like I'm spoken reasons

She creaming

Hopping on the D and playing defense

Moving through the A i'm where the youngins play with heat sticks

He play he lay I'll have them leaving candles on the cement

Yeah

And she gon blow the wood like a wooden flute

Whoever saying that I do the most tell them find me something that I couldn't do

Spin the block like a Rubix cube

Black suburban

Bulletproof

Yeah I told you that I wasn't good for you

You could never say I wasn't good to you

I know you're sick and tired of singing sad songs

When you pull up it's up

Say the word I know the motive

You the queen I want to see your crown on

And we know you love to run but I can take you where you're going

Fingers in the face, I hate it when you feel away

Just a call way you know that I'm coming

I know you're sick and tired of singing sad songs

When you pull up it's up

Say the word I know the motive