I make it look easy

You know what I'm sayin'

She say that she need me

I don't feel the same

I think I need Jesus

She wanna be saved

Revenge of the Dreamers

I feel like Jermaine

Aye

I'm back on my bliggity black shit

Fire on my hip, and I walk with a limp

Cause that Bhaby will wiggity wack shit

I heard it's smoke in city, we hittin'

Them strikers'll pull up and match shit

I matched the Glock on the hip with the fitted

These bitches wanna pull up and grab shit

He say his brother a demon,

Them trenches potatoes, we pull up and mash shit

Play with Bhaby, I pull up and spazz shit

Ain't no callin, I pull up and mask shit

From the 'Sip, where them **** be bat shit

I can't go back and forth with a **** or bitch

Cause these **** be steadily cappin'

I ain't sayin I'm wit it, I knock off his fitted, his momma be sellin' some catfish

And that's on the guys

Bhaby that baby, his jewelry on shine

I'm tryna' hit me a lick for the five

I mix the drank at the drop of a dime

He say it's smoke, but he really had lied

He sent a hit, but I heard he had died

Four for the four like I'm having a sale

Got six for the six, I'ma sell it on live

Aye

I make it easy, and I be schemin'

He ain't a demon, he just be teethin'

I'm tryna' ball

I'm Mr. Clean and she tryna fall

But I be leaning

Bhaby be punching, and they know the ropes

I been on go, so just give me a reason

He tryna' fuck that lil bitch on the low,

She tryna' fuck on a jit for the season

I make it look easy

You know what I'm sayin'

She say you a demon

She know I be playin'

And lil' buddy tweakin'

He off of them xanz

He play and I'm squeezin'

Come pick up ya mans

Aye

I make it look easy

You know what I'm sayin'

She say that she need me

I don't feel the same

I think I need Jesus

She wanna be saved

Revenge of the Dreamers

I feel like Jermaine

Yea

Emcees and disc jockeys

EVs and wrist watches

2 Chainz, no narcotics

But fresh as hell if the feds watching

Inna Model Y

Head boppin'

Seat back and the bass knockin'

I'm a country boy wit a street option

I like that you'n know nun bout me

I'm critical

You typical

Better talk nice or this blick for you

It's stickin' you

It's splittin' you

Had to save a piece

That's Bhaby food

Got a soft spot like Sada do

For a mic stand and a weightroom

And that's it

I'm tryna get back lit

I'm doing my thang ,you know who I'm wit when I'm chillin'

And we back now

And we boutta eat like a fat child

If you bet on me, you finna cash out

Said she in love, you better snap out

We in the yo, got it packed out

Put it on da floor, Ion back out

Wish somebody would, imma crash out

She tellin' me that she like how

It's easy

You know what I'm sayin'

She say that she need me

I don't feel the same

I think I need Jesus

She wanna be saved

Revenge of the Dreamers

I feel like Jermaine