Arbys
"Go back to recording" headass
(Aye!)
Jump on beat, she say that it's fleek
Out of the oven we dropping the heat
Niggas was faking, swear that they the street
Running the game look out for cleats
Jump on beat, she say that it's fleek
Treat her like Arby's, we got the meat
Beat down the game, I beat it to sleep
She acting iffy I think she a creep
Setting the sail, who floating like me
I bought the drip and I'm rockin it B
I came wit clips that I know you can see
they favorite rapper, I bet that it's me
Straight out the veg, 6 wit two 3s
I'm in my zone, call it 2-3
Had all the hundreds, job and no sleep
I got the funds I'm feeding the streets
She fell in love I'm all in her dreams
She say she love me I tell her to leave
Pop up in places you never would think
Made it through nights that haunted my dreams
Still in the days Im all bout my cream
Urban my homie, like bape and supreme
Making shit happen like music I stream
She come with splash I'mma callin her stream
Flow like a river, ghost 93
I got the gas, we brought the heat
Do it like Nike, running the scene
Do it like Nike, for me and my team
She fell in love I'm all in her dreams
She say she love me I tell her to leave
Pop up in places you never would think
Made it through nights that haunted my dreams
Jump on beat, she say that it's fleek
Out of the oven we dropping the heat
Niggas was faking, swear that they the street
Running the game look out for cleats
Jump on beat, she say that it's fleek
Treat her like Arby's, we got the meat
Beat down the game, I beat it to sleep
She acting iffy I think she a creep
I hop in the Honda it feel like a Tesla
Choppas on choppas we bringing you extra
Got a new plug and he throwin me extra
Got a new slut and she slurpin me extra
Slide on you niggas we heard that you flexin
All the hard times yea it taught me a lesson
Run that shit up ain't no waitin a second
Hold on my nigga just wait up a second
Hold up my nigga I need some new drip
Pieces is hittin, givenchy my fit
See that you winning yo partners gon' hate
See that you starvin won't offer a plate
Put that on Collie, I'm one of the greats
Put that on mommy I'm coping that raf
Put that on Ollie I'm poppin you ain't
Sit back, relax and I smoke me a eighth
Sit back, relax and she throwing me the face
Had to get back what I lost in the game
Had to get back what I lost in the club
Sit back and laugh at all of you dubs
Pissin' out act' with my cup full of mud
Flex on you niggas this really is fun
Can't trust in niggas I ain't switching up
Can't love you bitches I came for a nut
Think bout my problems I flame up a dutch
Can't think about father do this for my mom
Heart on my face but I ain't for the love
Start my day off by just facing a dub
Snorting that cane, leaving blood on the ones
Hit the strip club and I'm throwing it up
Drip like I just got right out of the tub
Sippin that purple my cup full of mud
Gucci my buckle and Bruce on my bubble
Ice on my neck and I'm rocky like rubble
Ice in that tech, in guap bitch I stumble
Callin up bruh you know he gonna tussle
Call up to hoe she say she don't even love you (Ugh)
Callin up bruh you know he gonna tussle
Call up to hoe she say she don't even love you
(Aye!)
Jump on beat, she say that it's fleek
Out of the oven we dropping the heat
Niggas was faking, swear that they the street
Running the game look out for cleats
Jump on beat, she say that it's fleek
Treat her like Arby's, we got the meat
Beat down the game, I beat it to sleep
She acting iffy I think she a creep
Setting the sail, who floating like me
I bought the drip and I'm rockin it B
I came wit clips that I know you can see
they favorite rapper, I bet that it's me
Straight out the veg, 6 wit two 3s
I'm in my zone, call it 2-3
Had all the hundreds, job and no sleep
I got the funds I'm feeding the streets
She fell in love I'm all in her dreams
She say she love me I tell her to leave
Pop up in places you never would think
Made it through nights that haunted my dreams
Still in the days Im all bout my cream
Urban my homie, like bape and supreme
Making shit happen like music I stream
She come with splash I'mma callin her stream
Flow like a river, ghost 93
I got the gas, we brought the heat
Do it like Nike, running the scene
Do it like Nike, for me and my team
She fell in love I'm all in her dreams
She say she love me I tell her to leave
Pop up in places you never would think
Made it through nights that haunted my dreams
Jump on beat, she say that it's fleek
Out of the oven we dropping the heat
Niggas was faking, swear that they the street
Running the game look out for cleats
Jump on beat, she say that it's fleek
Treat her like Arby's, we got the meat
Beat down the game, I beat it to sleep
She acting iffy I think she a creep
I hop in the Honda it feel like a Tesla
Choppas on choppas we bringing you extra
Got a new plug and he throwin me extra
Got a new slut and she slurpin me extra
Slide on you niggas we heard that you flexin
All the hard times yea it taught me a lesson
Run that shit up ain't no waitin a second
Hold on my nigga just wait up a second
Hold up my nigga I need some new drip
Pieces is hittin, givenchy my fit
See that you winning yo partners gon' hate
See that you starvin won't offer a plate
Put that on Collie, I'm one of the greats
Put that on mommy I'm coping that raf
Put that on Ollie I'm poppin you ain't
Sit back, relax and I smoke me a eighth
Sit back, relax and she throwing me the face
Had to get back what I lost in the game
Had to get back what I lost in the club
Sit back and laugh at all of you dubs
Pissin' out act' with my cup full of mud
Flex on you niggas this really is fun
Can't trust in niggas I ain't switching up
Can't love you bitches I came for a nut
Think bout my problems I flame up a dutch
Can't think about father do this for my mom
Heart on my face but I ain't for the love
Start my day off by just facing a dub
Snorting that cane, leaving blood on the ones
Hit the strip club and I'm throwing it up
Drip like I just got right out of the tub
Sippin that purple my cup full of mud
Gucci my buckle and Bruce on my bubble
Ice on my neck and I'm rocky like rubble
Ice in that tech, in guap bitch I stumble
Callin up bruh you know he gonna tussle
Call up to hoe she say she don't even love you (Ugh)
Callin up bruh you know he gonna tussle
Call up to hoe she say she don't even love you
Credits
Writer(s): Darien Evans-hensley
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