$paced Out Interlude

Got fans cause I'm hot
On the blocc like chalk
She like the way that I pop
I like the way that she heh
She wanna put on my watch

Damn son where'd you find this

Yo shout out Kev
Baltimore shit

Niggas is mad niggas is hating
I get the bag cause a nigga been chasing
Feel like I'm racing
Man it feel good to be bacc in the basement
Smoking good gas you can tell by my fragrance
All of you niggas in danger
I got bunnies on me like Brendan Fraiser
Libra just fucc em I don't wanna save her
I got that gas no dame mas gasolina
I need a baddie something like selena
If she latina then baby I eat her
If she a ebony then imma feed her
Who really hotter than Libra
Bitch I'm a king you Vegeta
After my single they asking for features
If a bitch plotting I leave her
Damn these hoes think that I need em
Balling now you on the bleachers
Imma doer not a dreamer
Popped her strudel she a creamer
Afterwards we smoke khalifa
Niggas can't see me John Cena
Expose a nigga like a streamer
Bite down she a screamer
Too hot catch a fever
Can't catch no feelings I'm not a receiver
Got fans cause I'm hot
On the blocc like chalk
She like the way that I pop
I like the way that she heh
She wanna put on my watch
Throw some respecc on my name
They hated me since I came
Imma just fucc up the game
At the top me and my gang
I'm trying get on the map
Fucc if these niggas is mad
I'm trying get in my bag
I put my team on my back
Shawty snap me wanna smash
Fucc all these buckets no time for distractions
I'm trying grind cause my music my passion
Don't wear Designer so fucc all that fashion

And its like
Every know and then every time I space out I just dream about the shit
Like
How much money a nigga could be making kno what I mean
Yuh

She like the way that I pop
I like the way that she heh
Yuh



Credits
Writer(s): Lamont Cotton
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