Emani

Admit it, you was a little jealous of me

Not my baby, not wishing the best for me

Can’t be my lover no more, no more

 

You talk all this shit all the damn time

Can’t believe that you stopped all the damn lies

No ties on my soul no more, no more

 

(Go)

 

Talking ‘bout glocks, you a rookie babe

Still put you on dinner plates

And I picked you up from the south

 

My pockets bossed up

It’s time to boss up babe

I heard it’s your turn now

 

I made you a plan, forreal

I heard you was trained to kill

The gang wanna know what you’re ‘bout

 

I want you bossed up

We finna boss up babe

You know it’s your turn now

 

That bitch, I Bottega Veneta her toes

She call me on bullshit when I’m on the road

She know where I’m from, she know my **** go

Emani, Emani, Emani

My pockets retarded

 

I been in the cut with myself, don’t feel nobody

My brother a runner, he having them pills in his mouth

 

I want you bossed up

We finna boss up babe

You know it’s your turn now

 

Bring that hoe right now

I pimped her, she having them racks

I pimped out her pockets, I filled it with racks

She wants my pocket, no

 

Uh, oh

I think I fell in love with a hoe

She suck my dick like my dreads was some mistletoe

 

She said my dick come in big like a missile

I’m with my army, yeah we come and get you

He fuck with the gang, lose his life

It’s that simple

 

I’ma let that boy slide

Foreign ****, I got different mob ties

Fucking with me is playing your own life

And that boy a bitch, tried to give me a high five

Told him “It’s up for you”

 

Get the fuck out the stu, yeah you fucking up my high

Get the fuck out your head, bitch you living a real life

We up in Neimans, in Neimans, in Neimans

 

I put her fine ass in some Chanel drawers

My brudda, my wudda, just got a new glock

She know when she pull up, it’s rich sex

Bae, why the fuck do you call me up dick-pressed

 

Her new man not fucking her good, she knows I’ma fuck her pussy like a thug

Poetic, poetic justice she fuck me like janet

We ran out of service, I hope she can manage

Now she wanna fuck again

I want you in Cali, running up bucks again

But you pushing your luck again

Don’t fuck with that ****, he smoking on dust again

Bitch, you know I’ma rule the world

Tell me why you ask so many questions

I’m not from here

I’ma tell you again baby, I am not from here

I’ma still keep you warm in this Rick Owens Moncler

 

Talking ‘bout glocks, you a rookie babe

Still put you on dinner plates

And I picked you up from the south

 

My pockets bossed up

It’s time to boss up babe

I heard it’s your turn now

 

I made you a plan, forreal

I heard you was trained to kill

The gang wanna know what you’re ‘bout

 

I want you bossed up

We finna boss up babe

You know it’s your turn now

 

That bitch, I Bottega Veneta her toes

She call me on bullshit when I’m on the road

She know where I’m from, she know my **** go

Emani, Emani, Emani

My pockets retarded

 

I been in the cut with myself, don’t feel nobody

My brother a runner, he having them pills in his mouth

 

I want you bossed up

We finna boss up babe

You know it’s your turn now