Etiquette

Red bone, had to take her to Bevmo
Had to make sure to pick up a little red-rum
I know off of the lyrics a niggas well known
Only vans no Adidas, don't do the shell toes
Dead broke, had to get up and get ghost
Ive been working so compliments I don't live for
Imma start an apocalypse, get a pitchfork
Ill show up in my moccasins like a disco
I'm a killer of confidence, on my bitch soul
I know niggas is talkative but the kid go
Im the realest and dominant on the list, hoe
I be frying your followers up in crisco
She be flashing a ass fatter than Lizzo
Take her back to the pad, smash in the windows
I be seen with the bitches you only wish for
I be living stupendous up in the hills to
Have her scatting in bed
She wanna dance on my lap
She wanna back it on up
I tell her back it on back
She wanna beg for the nut
She said its good with the jam
I keep the thing on me tucked
I keep it there for your friends
I be faded as fuck
Spend my money on grams
I've been faded off blunts
Since a nigga was 10
I've been reading Kama sutra since a nigga could sex
Because I used to be a loser for the bitches to vent

All my niggas off of sedatives
No negative ways
Get a Benz because my credits got impeccable rates
Get your bitch because she's hesitant to tell us your name
A little etiquette could really get her sent to our way
You got the decimal infront the zero out at your bank
Im eating edibles when I be hoping onto a plane
That pussy danibles, I eat it till its all on my face
A little animal could really get her sent to our way

Damn, hop in the lamb
I know that radios playing no jams
I might just turn up my shit for the bands
She gonna roll up a spliff with no hands
I might just go and get march on the ave
I know you lurking, you niggas is sad
Talking about Birkins, but you got no bag
Surely we sending you home in a cab
Niggas wanna hate but I be getting top billing
Time to demonstrate why I'm a really hot nigga
I be on my Wayne, I ain't got no ceilings
I be on the reign and I got no kingdom
Niggas talking gang, they aint got none in em
Hope you get the fame that you want, cold killer
I don't need a plane cause my minds propelling
We don't need to hang cause you got no Dilla

All my niggas off of sedatives
No negative ways
Get a Benz because my credits got impeccable rates
Get your bitch because she's hesitant to tell us your name
A little etiquette could really get her sent to our way
You got the decimal infront the zero out at your bank
Im eating edibles when I be hoping onto a plane
That pussy danibles, I eat it till its all on my face
A little animal could really get her sent to our way



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Writer(s): Ismail Davis
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