Aggressive
I Get
A little bit aggressive
When you ignore all my messages
And leave me on read
I get
A little bit mad, and a little bit sad
But I Guess thats life
I get
A little bit aggressive
When you ignore all my messages
And leave me on read
I get
A little bit mad
But I know it'll pass
Some things never change
With you
And me
Hop in my whip
Grip on the shifter to drift
I call my shorty a lift
So she can't take no pics in the whip
She like the way that I walk
The view is nice from a convertible top
Look at the ice on my wrist
Don't look to long, you might just vanish
Coloured and dreaded
You niggas pathetic if you think I ain't got advantages
Link UPS for the packages
I used to fight with the savages
I used to fight with the devil
Stomp him to the ground cause I knew better
Tell my bitch call up the dogs
And push the pedal to the medal
I'm trying to run up a check
But if you don't run with the tekk
Then you better run with a vest
Cause diamonds like Fiji
I'm loving the drip
I Get
A little bit aggressive
When you ignore all my messages
And leave me on read
I get
A little bit mad, and a little bit sad
But I Guess thats life
I get
A little bit aggressive
When you ignore all my messages
And leave me on read
I get
A little bit mad
But I know it'll pass
Some things never change
With you
And me
A little bit aggressive
When you ignore all my messages
And leave me on read
I get
A little bit mad, and a little bit sad
But I Guess thats life
I get
A little bit aggressive
When you ignore all my messages
And leave me on read
I get
A little bit mad
But I know it'll pass
Some things never change
With you
And me
Hop in my whip
Grip on the shifter to drift
I call my shorty a lift
So she can't take no pics in the whip
She like the way that I walk
The view is nice from a convertible top
Look at the ice on my wrist
Don't look to long, you might just vanish
Coloured and dreaded
You niggas pathetic if you think I ain't got advantages
Link UPS for the packages
I used to fight with the savages
I used to fight with the devil
Stomp him to the ground cause I knew better
Tell my bitch call up the dogs
And push the pedal to the medal
I'm trying to run up a check
But if you don't run with the tekk
Then you better run with a vest
Cause diamonds like Fiji
I'm loving the drip
I Get
A little bit aggressive
When you ignore all my messages
And leave me on read
I get
A little bit mad, and a little bit sad
But I Guess thats life
I get
A little bit aggressive
When you ignore all my messages
And leave me on read
I get
A little bit mad
But I know it'll pass
Some things never change
With you
And me
Credits
Writer(s): Q'mal Labad-workman
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