Lurk Get Hurt
Yeah, Callan on the beat
You feel me
I gotta make these niggas feel me, man
I'm high as a motherfucker
Why do I gotta try so hard to search
That's just my mind at work
I learned I can try to lurk
Just know I gotta find it first
I'm feeling like the man
She just wanna pose for the gram
Make her money, put her toes in the sand
Put her on her belly, show her who the man
You don't wanna put on your shirt
You the one, you the one, that's gotta put in the work
You just depend on a perc
You the one that, you the one that's gotta put in the work
I hope yo mama see
That you won't ride for me
I'm stuck between
Please don't bother me
Why you wanna start with me
You hotter than popping grease
Heart colder than five degrees
And she got like 9 degrees
Can't roll around with snitches
You wasn't fucking with me in the trenches
Ain't really in my best interest
Need a Rolex on my wrist, did I mention
Fucking around like you need attention
They don't need to know our business
Those really weren't my intentions
The way that you walk and you different
You looking fine like your best friend
I know it hurts, I don't give a damn
Give me a day, I'll execute a plan
Best friend
Difference
My intentions
Why do I gotta try so hard to search
That's just my mind at work
I learned I can try to lurk
Just know I gotta find it first
I'm feeling like the man
She just wanna pose for the gram
Make her money, put her toes in the sand
Put her on her belly, show her who the man
You don't wanna put on your shirt
You the one, you the one, that's gotta put in the work
You just depend on a perc
You the one that, you the one that's gotta put in the work
I hope yo mama see
That you won't ride for me
I'm stuck between
Please don't bother me
Why you wanna start with me
You hotter than popping grease
Heart colder than five degrees
And she got like 9 degrees
Why do I gotta try so hard to search
That's just my mind at work
I learned I can try to lurk
Just know I gotta find it first
I'm feeling like the man
She just wanna pose for the gram
Make her money, put her toes in the sand
Put her on her belly, show her who the man
Aye
You feel me
I gotta make these niggas feel me, man
I'm high as a motherfucker
Why do I gotta try so hard to search
That's just my mind at work
I learned I can try to lurk
Just know I gotta find it first
I'm feeling like the man
She just wanna pose for the gram
Make her money, put her toes in the sand
Put her on her belly, show her who the man
You don't wanna put on your shirt
You the one, you the one, that's gotta put in the work
You just depend on a perc
You the one that, you the one that's gotta put in the work
I hope yo mama see
That you won't ride for me
I'm stuck between
Please don't bother me
Why you wanna start with me
You hotter than popping grease
Heart colder than five degrees
And she got like 9 degrees
Can't roll around with snitches
You wasn't fucking with me in the trenches
Ain't really in my best interest
Need a Rolex on my wrist, did I mention
Fucking around like you need attention
They don't need to know our business
Those really weren't my intentions
The way that you walk and you different
You looking fine like your best friend
I know it hurts, I don't give a damn
Give me a day, I'll execute a plan
Best friend
Difference
My intentions
Why do I gotta try so hard to search
That's just my mind at work
I learned I can try to lurk
Just know I gotta find it first
I'm feeling like the man
She just wanna pose for the gram
Make her money, put her toes in the sand
Put her on her belly, show her who the man
You don't wanna put on your shirt
You the one, you the one, that's gotta put in the work
You just depend on a perc
You the one that, you the one that's gotta put in the work
I hope yo mama see
That you won't ride for me
I'm stuck between
Please don't bother me
Why you wanna start with me
You hotter than popping grease
Heart colder than five degrees
And she got like 9 degrees
Why do I gotta try so hard to search
That's just my mind at work
I learned I can try to lurk
Just know I gotta find it first
I'm feeling like the man
She just wanna pose for the gram
Make her money, put her toes in the sand
Put her on her belly, show her who the man
Aye
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Writer(s): Isaiah Singleton
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