The Water

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey

All these **** get to steppin', guess that's why they not in first

I'm outside, don't got no curfew

I might buy that bitch designer, only style my ho in Euro

If you look up my info, it's gon' show I been on

I'm all in they earphones

Why she won't tell me what's wrong?

Cocaine down my tennis shoes

And I paid 500 for it

Swiped that bitch up off the rack

And you know I made it back

I get up and touch the glass

It's gon' take a long time for me to ever touch the pack

What you make, I double that

I could never double back

Too deep in this duffle bag

Where these **** hustle at?

Bitch this ain't no tit-for-tat

Talk pack, I put muscles on you

They watch like Discovery

That's when I discovered me

Coolin' by the ocean breeze

This bitch in my phone, damn she want me in her ovaries

Tell her leave me 'lone

I don't know why she keep buggin' me

I'm hot like a oven be

Tell her she need oven mitts if she gon' be touchin' me

I might text another bitch, just to pass her to the team

I can't put no trust in you

Rollin' on the russian cream

Put two strains up in this leaf, puffin' out the misery

I know we got distance baby, but it won't come in between

I just gotta' do my thing

Take a minute just to breathe

Uh- yeah, I'm on the road again

Pocket ain't gon' up ****

They still like my older pictures

Guess that's how it's supposed to be

All these **** get to steppin', guess that's why they not in first

I'm outside, don't got no curfew

I might buy that bitch designer, only style my ho in Euro

If you look up my info, it's gon' show I been on

I'm all in they earphones