These Heaux

Yah
You already know I had to do it to'em, right?
Yah

Look
Front row chillin at my barber shop
F-F-F-Flat top like yall forgot
I gotta bad chic outta state that calls a lot
Blicky Black, don't call me Josh
F-F-Finna take off get your starting blocks
Bu-Bu-Bu-Bullseye like the Target dot
B-B-Barret with the cannon like my arm was lost
Y'all mad go and call the cops
It's like 911 mister operator
We gotta get him locked up
I got lots of data
We going bar after bar
With a car after car
Put a skull on ya head
Like we copped the Raiders
Like shit
Be like Poppa might dip
Got em all talking like this
I had a whole team with the cream
But because of self-esteem I had em all jumping that ship
Fuck
Some things never change
Some things do
Need luck like Notre Dame
Maybe times two
Tryna be an all star
Tryna stack up like LeBron tall
I keep a bad chic she be on call
She gotta big mouth, she LaVar Ball
Ok look
I don't even mess with these heaux
I'm countin my blessings and more
I feel like I'm stressing no more
I'm back on that Sesame Road
I'm planning a move for my bro
I'm hoping he coming back home
I don't guest list no more
I feel like I'm running the show
Ok
I'm too legit to quit
Two more gifts to give
Rule is stick to Vick
Who is this and this?
Slow it down, but the mission is to live
Hold it down I got business to lift
Who is that man
Naw, I ain't doing that man
No fan gonna ruin my plan
Don't stand in my way, we gonna do it God damn
Like look
Some things never change
Maybe this too (Maybe this too)
More game than a Hurricane
Talking that U (Talking that U)
Back seat in my Uber
5 stars I maneuver
Black Prez never loser
Last chance like in Scuba

Ehh
Yah, Yah (Yah, Yah)
Move like predno
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Credits
Writer(s): Brittany Barber, Larry Jacks, Danielle Bregoli, Armando Hernandez
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