Nonchalant

Yeah-ha (yeah), yeah-ha (yeah)
Yeah-ha, yeah-ha (yeah)
Yeah-ha, yeah-ha
Yeah-ha, yeah-ha

Faygo, yeah, huh, that lil' nigga there
She must really be off 30 if she think a nigga care
I ain't nothing like these rap niggas, it ain't even fair
Hittin' on that nigga's mama, huh, and grip her by her hair

No, you can't have the sauce
Yeah, I'ma walk it off
Yeah, she like the way I floss

Think he above me, nigga, no
Think he gon' touch me, nigga, no
No, I ain't ever fallin' off
I get you disappeared like magic, all it takes is one call

Hitting on your main, I be all up in her drawers
These niggas in my DM wanna do a song
Stay right where you at, bae, I won't be long
It won't stay long, my word is bond (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Baby, I mix the cup
Niggas in my DM, ain't no cash, no convo'
Rollin' up a 'Wood and it burns real slow
Take it real slow, I don't wanna have to burn you

Baby, I had to swerve you
Now, you mad that I curved you
Out late for my niggas livin' life, I ain't got no curfew
Stay away from these bitches, they ain't gon' do nothin' but hurt you
Stay away from them haters, they ain't gon' do nothin' but irk you

Faygo, yeah, that lil' nigga there
She must really be off 30 if she think a nigga care
I ain't nothing like these rap niggas, it ain't even fair
Hittin' on that nigga's mama, huh, and grip her by her hair
No, you can't have the sauce

Yeah, I'ma walk it off
Yeah, she like the way I floss
Think he above me, nigga, no
Think he gon' touch me, nigga, no
No, I ain't ever fallin' off
I get you disappeared like magic, all it takes is one call (brree)



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Writer(s): Tyler Justin Sharpe, Andre Dontrel Burt
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