10k
Aye
10k shawty talking vacay
You ain't my baby shawty talking crazy
Aye
Backstage you know it's filled with the vibes
If you don't know the vibes
Then you don't know the time
Aye
Second time shawty wanna be mine
I ain't got the time to hear an ear full of lies
Like
Niggas talk like they know about the kid
You don't know shit niggas watching like wrist
See watch how you approaching to me
An eighth, a half, a zip of blue cheese
Smoking to face niggas hate doleys
I like a blue face Avatar money
She got a slim waist but that ass dummy
The same things you like just ain't for me
The things that I like just ain't for we
Niggas will hate but copy ya steez
Her wet on my wood but I don't want no coaster
Weed like coffee but my plug is the roaster
Knock it out the park like my last name is Sosa
Crank on yo bitch like I'm a young Soulja
Who you finna slide
When it's time to pick ya side
Who you finna ride
When I'm down all the time
Who you finna slide
When it's time to pick ya side
Who you finna ride
When I'm down all the time
Aye
10k shawty talking vacay
You ain't my baby shawty talking crazy
Aye
Backstage you know it's filled with the vibes
If you don't know the vibes
Then you don't know the time
Aye
Second time shawty wanna be mine
I ain't got the time to hear an ear full of lies
Like
Niggas talk like they know about the kid
You don't know shit niggas watching like wrist
Compensate, to see the black on me
Mid smokers mad cause that pack on me
I gave her one night and I blew her mind
Now she blowing my line now man I ain't got the time
I ain't got the time
Get out my face bitch
Unless you talking bout them blue faces
Then maybe you could step inside my Matrix
The weed I smoke make her do the Matrix
Paranoid, she asked me "did I lace this?"
Ask me bout my spliff, Ima face this
A lotta niggas fake it till they make it
So real, they call me fake, that's insane shit
Scottie hotties on my dick and I ain't shit
They be fucking rap niggas as investments, oh
A lot of niggas switched, turned they backs on me
Now they see me up and they back on me
A lot of shawties down to throw that ass on me
My jeans Louie so she think I got that bag on me
She wanna catch flights on the vacay
Hit the brakes before you crash you not my baby
Ima playa, pretty late, and it's game day
I'm on the road, Ima catch you in your home state
Wav9six the best that's the hot take, yeah
Isher on the beat make them gyrate, yeah
Heaven make em wet like a wave pool, who
Hell in the mosh pit throwing elbows, yeah
I reek of reefer and Gucci cologne
Fuck Gucci but I'm using that shit till it's gone
Dead blood in my cup
New city, same bitches I'm surrounded by clones
Compensate, to see the black on me
Mid smokers mad cause that pack on me
I gave her one night and I blew her mind
Now she blowing my line now man I ain't got the time
I ain't got the time, I ain't got the time, I ain't got the time
A lot of niggas switched, turned they backs on me
Now they see me up and they back on me
A lot of shawties down to throw that ass on me
My jeans Louie so she think I got that bag on me
She wanna catch flights on the vacay
Hit the brakes before you crash you not my baby
Ima playa, pretty late, and it's game day
I'm on the road, Ima catch you in your home state
10k shawty talking vacay
You ain't my baby shawty talking crazy
Aye
Backstage you know it's filled with the vibes
If you don't know the vibes
Then you don't know the time
Aye
Second time shawty wanna be mine
I ain't got the time to hear an ear full of lies
Like
Niggas talk like they know about the kid
You don't know shit niggas watching like wrist
See watch how you approaching to me
An eighth, a half, a zip of blue cheese
Smoking to face niggas hate doleys
I like a blue face Avatar money
She got a slim waist but that ass dummy
The same things you like just ain't for me
The things that I like just ain't for we
Niggas will hate but copy ya steez
Her wet on my wood but I don't want no coaster
Weed like coffee but my plug is the roaster
Knock it out the park like my last name is Sosa
Crank on yo bitch like I'm a young Soulja
Who you finna slide
When it's time to pick ya side
Who you finna ride
When I'm down all the time
Who you finna slide
When it's time to pick ya side
Who you finna ride
When I'm down all the time
Aye
10k shawty talking vacay
You ain't my baby shawty talking crazy
Aye
Backstage you know it's filled with the vibes
If you don't know the vibes
Then you don't know the time
Aye
Second time shawty wanna be mine
I ain't got the time to hear an ear full of lies
Like
Niggas talk like they know about the kid
You don't know shit niggas watching like wrist
Compensate, to see the black on me
Mid smokers mad cause that pack on me
I gave her one night and I blew her mind
Now she blowing my line now man I ain't got the time
I ain't got the time
Get out my face bitch
Unless you talking bout them blue faces
Then maybe you could step inside my Matrix
The weed I smoke make her do the Matrix
Paranoid, she asked me "did I lace this?"
Ask me bout my spliff, Ima face this
A lotta niggas fake it till they make it
So real, they call me fake, that's insane shit
Scottie hotties on my dick and I ain't shit
They be fucking rap niggas as investments, oh
A lot of niggas switched, turned they backs on me
Now they see me up and they back on me
A lot of shawties down to throw that ass on me
My jeans Louie so she think I got that bag on me
She wanna catch flights on the vacay
Hit the brakes before you crash you not my baby
Ima playa, pretty late, and it's game day
I'm on the road, Ima catch you in your home state
Wav9six the best that's the hot take, yeah
Isher on the beat make them gyrate, yeah
Heaven make em wet like a wave pool, who
Hell in the mosh pit throwing elbows, yeah
I reek of reefer and Gucci cologne
Fuck Gucci but I'm using that shit till it's gone
Dead blood in my cup
New city, same bitches I'm surrounded by clones
Compensate, to see the black on me
Mid smokers mad cause that pack on me
I gave her one night and I blew her mind
Now she blowing my line now man I ain't got the time
I ain't got the time, I ain't got the time, I ain't got the time
A lot of niggas switched, turned they backs on me
Now they see me up and they back on me
A lot of shawties down to throw that ass on me
My jeans Louie so she think I got that bag on me
She wanna catch flights on the vacay
Hit the brakes before you crash you not my baby
Ima playa, pretty late, and it's game day
I'm on the road, Ima catch you in your home state
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Writer(s): Donte Fryar, Ishmaiyl Antoine
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