Just a Little Bit
Just a little bit
Had to give em something just a little bit
Just a little bit
She ask if I smoke, just a little bit
Just a little bit
She ask if i'm high, just a little bit
Feds watching us still, I ain't sweating it
Press the gas, right foot where the pedal is
Push start, hop in then I'm revving it
Gold on my neck like a first place medalist
Oh he mad, he hella pissed
And his girlfriend grabbing on my dick with a tennis grip
Gripping it, swinging it
Oh he mad, I'm his new arch nemesis
Pissing all em off looking like I'm R Kelly, she
Thinking for the last line I should go to hell for this
But I'm heaven sent
I'm always on go, fuck a ready set
Stick it through her lil legs like a EpiPen
But she wanna sleep with many men, no 50 Cent
What the hell is this?
We gon' tag team on the bitch something like the Bella Twins
Blood on my air force 1's with no evidence
And they all white lookin' like the Jamestown settlement
All white looking like the ground when it's snowing
All white like the dude who asking where the blow is
Spit it out loud, when I'm rapping these poems, ain't a poet
But I keep on going
Told shawty keep her head down when she blowing
Told her keep her head high if she feelin lonely
All the whites kids shooting like Nash Browin, I'm going
Bitch outta here, you be on Cloud 9 I be on the Stratosphere
I leave a bitch hanging like my nuts or a chandelier
Double Dollars going straight up like we motherfucking rabbit ears
She thick with two C's, no Cleveland Cavaliers
She be playing hard to get this, G string outta there
She ain't 21 yet but that face card valid here
Nah I ain't done yet
Bitch I'm tryna fuck I ain't tryna watch the sunset
I could tell she good at sucking dick 'cause the blunt wet
When I beat the pussy up it be sounding like a drum set
That shit sounding like ba da ba ba boom pop
She don't like me but she need me, I'm something like a flu shot
Your boy ain't got no motherfucking straps he a tube top
I'm blind to this shit Stevie Wonder, Hellen Keller shit
At my shows they be saying all the words sound like echoing
Wasn't fucking with the boy 'cause they seen I had the yellow skin
I remember when they wasn't listening
Ones who talk big always looking like the littlest
Got a lot coming, but I give 'em just a little bit
Just a little bit
Had to give em something just a little bit
Just a little bit
She ask if I smoke, just a little bit
Just a little bit
She ask if i'm high, just a little bit
Feds watching us still, I ain't sweating it
Press the gas, right foot where the pedal is
Had to give em something just a little bit
Just a little bit
She ask if I smoke, just a little bit
Just a little bit
She ask if i'm high, just a little bit
Feds watching us still, I ain't sweating it
Press the gas, right foot where the pedal is
Push start, hop in then I'm revving it
Gold on my neck like a first place medalist
Oh he mad, he hella pissed
And his girlfriend grabbing on my dick with a tennis grip
Gripping it, swinging it
Oh he mad, I'm his new arch nemesis
Pissing all em off looking like I'm R Kelly, she
Thinking for the last line I should go to hell for this
But I'm heaven sent
I'm always on go, fuck a ready set
Stick it through her lil legs like a EpiPen
But she wanna sleep with many men, no 50 Cent
What the hell is this?
We gon' tag team on the bitch something like the Bella Twins
Blood on my air force 1's with no evidence
And they all white lookin' like the Jamestown settlement
All white looking like the ground when it's snowing
All white like the dude who asking where the blow is
Spit it out loud, when I'm rapping these poems, ain't a poet
But I keep on going
Told shawty keep her head down when she blowing
Told her keep her head high if she feelin lonely
All the whites kids shooting like Nash Browin, I'm going
Bitch outta here, you be on Cloud 9 I be on the Stratosphere
I leave a bitch hanging like my nuts or a chandelier
Double Dollars going straight up like we motherfucking rabbit ears
She thick with two C's, no Cleveland Cavaliers
She be playing hard to get this, G string outta there
She ain't 21 yet but that face card valid here
Nah I ain't done yet
Bitch I'm tryna fuck I ain't tryna watch the sunset
I could tell she good at sucking dick 'cause the blunt wet
When I beat the pussy up it be sounding like a drum set
That shit sounding like ba da ba ba boom pop
She don't like me but she need me, I'm something like a flu shot
Your boy ain't got no motherfucking straps he a tube top
I'm blind to this shit Stevie Wonder, Hellen Keller shit
At my shows they be saying all the words sound like echoing
Wasn't fucking with the boy 'cause they seen I had the yellow skin
I remember when they wasn't listening
Ones who talk big always looking like the littlest
Got a lot coming, but I give 'em just a little bit
Just a little bit
Had to give em something just a little bit
Just a little bit
She ask if I smoke, just a little bit
Just a little bit
She ask if i'm high, just a little bit
Feds watching us still, I ain't sweating it
Press the gas, right foot where the pedal is
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Han
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