SSP (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Desiigner)

Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp'
Pop a perc', left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone

Ayy, walk on the court smellin' like gelato
Bust down Rollie and I'm nevado
Ice in my face 'cause I know it's my time
Cut the bitch off, she got outta line
New bitch ass soft as a cushion
Hoochies call me like, "We gotta keep pushin'"
They tryna get time in the feds

Shit fucked up, will chop off my head (hey)
Remember school days with Brody and Lex
I done had a couple homies that
switched, I done see my pop break down a brick
I just sent the hoe to break down a trick, ayy

Now hand that's puttin' hand on the ground
Mama trippin', thought it wasn't gon' work
My dog turn his back on me, that shit hurt
Fuck it, I ain't trippin', she could be worse
Hop in the drop top, while I skrrt

I been a real nigga since birth (ayy, yeah)
Ayy, Travis stopped fuckin' with me 'cause of hoes
Fuck it, it's a lifestyle that I chose, that's how it goes

Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp'
Pop a perc', left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone

Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp'
Pop a perc', left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone

That's how remote perform, uh
I like to hold the chrome, yeah
I feel like Macauley Culkin, uh
I like it home alone, uh
I'm from the hood where them niggas be trappin' on the block
And they trappin' at home, uh

First she had next, now break up, yeah
Face down, ass up, legs up, yeah
Face look pretty with no make up, yeah

I look good, I stay up, yeah
I count cash, no pay cut, yeah
I cook crack, I bake up, yeah
I took my service gone, uh
I got a mobile phone, uh
I'm trappin' home alone, uh

Nigga, I got a chrome

Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp'
Pop a perc', left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone

Woah, get the doh'
That's all I know-w-w-w
Yeah
Gonna go hay regardless
No love for these bitches, I'm heartless
So get a bag, that's the goal-l-l-l-l

Goal...

Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp'
Pop a perc', left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone

Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp'
Pop a perc', left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Ordonez, Jess Reed Jackson, Tim Gomringer, Douglas John Ford, Sidney Royel Selby Iii, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Kevin Gomringer, Michael G. Dean
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