Today
I just copped my check today
I might run it up today
I might call that fine ass bae
So miss me with your bullshit, guey
She hit me up at night
A couple hours 'fore the function I'm prepping the Sprite
And I don't sip no Houston without nenas by my side
She telling me she love my eyes but I swear its my ice
This shit ain't love it might be lust with a little disguise
She want the money, want the fame, but I don't fall for lies
I stick to missions, swerving 100 imma get my prize
Shout out to JJ, bousin, Roses mobbin in the ride
Yuh yuh yuh
It ain't for nothing I be lowkey with my pretty soul
I'm in the kitchen whipping tracks all by my little lone
She wanna call me tell me "baby when you coming home"
I ain't your baby, 'less you know me from that LA zone
I been with the vibes like I'm Aphex
Pop another bar, gimme great sex
She gimme her blunt, nah you face it
And I'll never make you mine if you're basic, yuh
I just copped my check today
I might run it up today
I might call that fine ass bae
So miss me with your bullshit, guey
You flexing on a bitch
You worrying too much
I'm busy on that mix
I'm aiming for the buzz
Thots needing more perico they could dance for days
I had to separate my vibes from all the little fakes
I'm not a soundcloud rapper solo soy un joven
She hit the blunt and now her baby lungs are fucking showing
I'm steady driving to that finish, I know where I'm going
I made the vibes that you might need if you fiending for glory
She tryna kiss me
Cause I'm on your screen
Fuck a job, homie
LA been my streets
I hear my demons
But I let them know
I don't care about them
When they at my show
So if you need some money, don't you call my number
But if you bringing honey, then go head call my number
Cause we gon' keep it turnt and lucid when we at the party
And if we die tonight we live forever don't you worry
I just copped my check today
I might run it up today
I might call that fine ass bae
So miss me with your bullshit, guey
I might run it up today
I might call that fine ass bae
So miss me with your bullshit, guey
She hit me up at night
A couple hours 'fore the function I'm prepping the Sprite
And I don't sip no Houston without nenas by my side
She telling me she love my eyes but I swear its my ice
This shit ain't love it might be lust with a little disguise
She want the money, want the fame, but I don't fall for lies
I stick to missions, swerving 100 imma get my prize
Shout out to JJ, bousin, Roses mobbin in the ride
Yuh yuh yuh
It ain't for nothing I be lowkey with my pretty soul
I'm in the kitchen whipping tracks all by my little lone
She wanna call me tell me "baby when you coming home"
I ain't your baby, 'less you know me from that LA zone
I been with the vibes like I'm Aphex
Pop another bar, gimme great sex
She gimme her blunt, nah you face it
And I'll never make you mine if you're basic, yuh
I just copped my check today
I might run it up today
I might call that fine ass bae
So miss me with your bullshit, guey
You flexing on a bitch
You worrying too much
I'm busy on that mix
I'm aiming for the buzz
Thots needing more perico they could dance for days
I had to separate my vibes from all the little fakes
I'm not a soundcloud rapper solo soy un joven
She hit the blunt and now her baby lungs are fucking showing
I'm steady driving to that finish, I know where I'm going
I made the vibes that you might need if you fiending for glory
She tryna kiss me
Cause I'm on your screen
Fuck a job, homie
LA been my streets
I hear my demons
But I let them know
I don't care about them
When they at my show
So if you need some money, don't you call my number
But if you bringing honey, then go head call my number
Cause we gon' keep it turnt and lucid when we at the party
And if we die tonight we live forever don't you worry
I just copped my check today
I might run it up today
I might call that fine ass bae
So miss me with your bullshit, guey
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Writer(s): Harold Gonzalez
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