Jits
Cuban sit like a sink on my chest
Fell asleep in this choker gave me kink in my neck
If it's plays imma link for the check
Shorty hit me for the pipe I can't think bout no sex
Flocka sent me text, told me pull up to Atlanta 8
Hours later swimming through the nimbus in a manta ray
Follow bucks like Santa's sleigh
Posted sippin Fanta same color Bruce Banner pants tattered after gamma ray
In my zone it's imminent that I transform
Pinky finger froze adrenaline keep my hands warm
Niggas tryna see me I'm cinnamon in a sandstorm
And if they catch a glimpse I got bands for em
I'm a Sagittarius and it don't mean nothing to me
But lil shorty found out now she fuckin with me
(Sheri A verse)
Bendin corners Collins Ave, bumpin Trick and Trina
Tryna get off stage they want more, I might nicotine em
In the booth, sippin kerosene up out the liter
Set this bitch ablaze if my diamonds wasn't Aquafina
Shorty serving like Serena her demeanor got me fiendin
Told me pull up on her any given Sunday, Willie Beamon
Put her fingers on my temple think she want the special beaming
Exorcise her demons, come together like agreement
Niggas tweakin I ain't speakin chicken talk ain't with no beefin
Not a vegan but my shooter is, leave you on the cement
Racks leapin, lil Chicago shorty said my pockets decent
Cop Versace slide my feet in swipe my card and leave the Nieman
Fell asleep in this choker gave me kink in my neck
If it's plays imma link for the check
Shorty hit me for the pipe I can't think bout no sex
Flocka sent me text, told me pull up to Atlanta 8
Hours later swimming through the nimbus in a manta ray
Follow bucks like Santa's sleigh
Posted sippin Fanta same color Bruce Banner pants tattered after gamma ray
In my zone it's imminent that I transform
Pinky finger froze adrenaline keep my hands warm
Niggas tryna see me I'm cinnamon in a sandstorm
And if they catch a glimpse I got bands for em
I'm a Sagittarius and it don't mean nothing to me
But lil shorty found out now she fuckin with me
(Sheri A verse)
Bendin corners Collins Ave, bumpin Trick and Trina
Tryna get off stage they want more, I might nicotine em
In the booth, sippin kerosene up out the liter
Set this bitch ablaze if my diamonds wasn't Aquafina
Shorty serving like Serena her demeanor got me fiendin
Told me pull up on her any given Sunday, Willie Beamon
Put her fingers on my temple think she want the special beaming
Exorcise her demons, come together like agreement
Niggas tweakin I ain't speakin chicken talk ain't with no beefin
Not a vegan but my shooter is, leave you on the cement
Racks leapin, lil Chicago shorty said my pockets decent
Cop Versace slide my feet in swipe my card and leave the Nieman
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Writer(s): Benjamin Glover
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