歌詞
Said that I would make that open, but I'm keepin' it
Thought that I was waist deep, I barely put my feet up in
Twelve could try to chase me, I'ma up the speed on em
Groupies in the DM, I be tweakin' if skeet on em
Said tryin' to fuck, she got a **** tryin' to cheat on em
I heard he locked up, she postin' tryin' to free that ****
Gwr chicken bitch, I feel like Gus Freeman
Punch in the crib while I'm gettin' this bitch streaming
Shorty asked why I did that, I don't need a reason, Brody brought a six-pack, I ain't playin' on drinkin
Bumbu with my cup, might just turn me to a demon
Started scrollin' mid verse, bitch, I'm too, too, tweaked
Three.5 blunts need three, wake, uh, spark, I ain't thinkin' bout a eating
She just hit my line, talkin' bout she wanna see
Push a X5, bitch, you know the heats is seated
Say that I would make that open, but I'm keepin' it
Thought that I was waist deep, I barely put my feet up
Said that I would make that open, but I'm keepin' it
Thought that I was waist deep, I barely put my feet up in
Twelve could try to chase me, I'ma up the speed on em
Groupies in the DM, I be tweakin' if skeet on em
Said tryin' to fuck, she got a **** tryin' to cheat on em
I heard he locked up, she postin' tryin' to free that ****
Gwr chicken bitch, I feel like Gus Freeman
Punch in the crib while I'm gettin' this bitch streaming
Can't stop, fuck a hook, bitch, I'm comin' back
Shorty goin' for my wood like a lumberjack
Give her a D, adjust her back just like a chiropractor
Quarter ticket, but I still gon' need my dollar back
Two thousand, baby, bitch, I told that bitch to holla back
All that talkin, ask that ****, where his squabbles at
Like it's hang hm, hang hm, hang
I ain't tryin' to stop, my run, my run
Written by: Jericho Wilson


