Tesla
Aye
I done lost myself tryna find everything
The car can park itself
I done lost myself
I done got it back
I been showin' muscle bussin' out my packs
I got what I asked fo'
Think god gave me a test
Pistol at the desk
Shoot a fuck-boy down I had to hit em
Grlaah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah
Fill a nigga chest
I been doing things
I know I'm up next
They ain't never seen, I've been going flesh
I might as well flex
They ain't go no, money, they been bouncing checks
I been showin' muscle bussin' out my packs
I got what I asked fo'
Think god gave me a test
Pistol at the desk
Shoot a fuck-boy then I had to him em
Grlaah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah
Fill a nigga chest
I just popped a Tesla, walked around like I'm possessed
Hopped up in a Telsa drop the T's like open chest
Don't nobody know nothin' bout my set
And I don't know what's next but I know I'm ballin
These bitches broke I had to fix em I'm a doctor
I got dope dick don't treat it like an option
Fuck around and lose your mind cause I'm a dog
Hit her open paw
Pull strings like Guitar, beat it like a drum
Bum bum pa bum, bum, Brrum bum bum bum
Money conversation I can make the pussy talk
Put it on her tongue, lick it till it...
Whip it out the bowl, sip it with a straw
Shawty took my love and then she mixed it with the drugs
Now she call me everyday, miss livin' with the plug
I can't beat down myself, I can't beat down on myself not no longer
I ran up all of my checks, now they longer
Made that bitch pay for my sex, my dick golden
I feel like stunna, I don't owe no one
These niggas talk about them checks I got mo' of
I'm gonna die bout my respect, bitch I'm noble
My money colorful, it look like floral
That's cause it's international I'm global
That's cause it's international I'm global
The car can park itself
I done lost myself
I done got it back
I been showin' muscle bussin' out my packs
I got what I asked fo'
Think god gave me a test
Pistol at the desk
Shoot a fuck-boy down I had to hit em
Grlaah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah
Fill a nigga chest
I been doing things
I know I'm up next
They ain't never seen, I've been going flesh
I done lost myself tryna find everything
The car can park itself
I done lost myself
I done got it back
I been showin' muscle bussin' out my packs
I got what I asked fo'
Think god gave me a test
Pistol at the desk
Shoot a fuck-boy down I had to hit em
Grlaah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah
Fill a nigga chest
I been doing things
I know I'm up next
They ain't never seen, I've been going flesh
I might as well flex
They ain't go no, money, they been bouncing checks
I been showin' muscle bussin' out my packs
I got what I asked fo'
Think god gave me a test
Pistol at the desk
Shoot a fuck-boy then I had to him em
Grlaah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah
Fill a nigga chest
I just popped a Tesla, walked around like I'm possessed
Hopped up in a Telsa drop the T's like open chest
Don't nobody know nothin' bout my set
And I don't know what's next but I know I'm ballin
These bitches broke I had to fix em I'm a doctor
I got dope dick don't treat it like an option
Fuck around and lose your mind cause I'm a dog
Hit her open paw
Pull strings like Guitar, beat it like a drum
Bum bum pa bum, bum, Brrum bum bum bum
Money conversation I can make the pussy talk
Put it on her tongue, lick it till it...
Whip it out the bowl, sip it with a straw
Shawty took my love and then she mixed it with the drugs
Now she call me everyday, miss livin' with the plug
I can't beat down myself, I can't beat down on myself not no longer
I ran up all of my checks, now they longer
Made that bitch pay for my sex, my dick golden
I feel like stunna, I don't owe no one
These niggas talk about them checks I got mo' of
I'm gonna die bout my respect, bitch I'm noble
My money colorful, it look like floral
That's cause it's international I'm global
That's cause it's international I'm global
The car can park itself
I done lost myself
I done got it back
I been showin' muscle bussin' out my packs
I got what I asked fo'
Think god gave me a test
Pistol at the desk
Shoot a fuck-boy down I had to hit em
Grlaah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah
Fill a nigga chest
I been doing things
I know I'm up next
They ain't never seen, I've been going flesh
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Writer(s): Lee Tense
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