Short Handed (feat. Cousin Chief)
She say Times are getting harder
I can tell from the long hand
When it's time to reciprocate
She get the short hand
Yet she steady clocking me
Gold wrist watching me
Imitations couldn't duplicate
My pheromones
If I miss her call
Next thing I know
It's knocks on my door
I don't know what she see in me
Naive I Can't pretend to be
She naked on the bed for me
Her tongue dutty wine for me
Nasty is a class for me
I hope it is your major
Having ass is really minor
All I care is how she move it
When I am behind her
Anyway back to your neck worth
I'm tryna feel it's net worth
Before these coins dispense
For a shotgun and a free meal
SWOL
See I'm Not tryna blow it
Just to show how I live
And I'm Not tryna spend it
Just to pose for a pic
And I'm Not tryna post you
Just to prove that I hit
Shit that ain't no savvy shit
SWOL
She called me at 7 and said
Can we meet at 8?
She ask if I'm hungry
I put her on a plate
See me I be cooling
In the cut out the way
Told her
Be back in a couple of days
Then dove in the ocean of life
Making waves
Look
Shorty a vibe
Shorty she stay on my mind
Don't want my money
All she need is time
Intimate settings
Tequila with limes
Candle lit dinner
While we speak our minds
I ain't afraid if a hater cast shade
Cause I know anyday I could see grave
And since you're remembered
By love that you gave
I reminisce on the love that we made
Look
Niggas be shook
Halfway crooks
I read'em like books
They want what I got
Don't know what it took
So when they approach
Ain't no smile when I look
In the gym daily studying tape
So when I get the ball
I won't fumble the play
She told me like a run-on
Her period late
Somebody call the plug
Got a baby on the way
See I'm Not tryna blow it
Just to show how I live
And I'm Not tryna spend it
Just to pose for a pic
And I'm Not tryna post you
Just to prove that I hit
Shit that ain't no savvy shit
You see I'm rolling Ridin vibin
As a passenger No driver
I guess this a ghost whip
Steady whipping ghosting
Like stars in the morning
Don't know which way I'm going
My gourd is filled with henny
As I'm coasting through the city
You start to drift in my lane
I don't feel the same way
So I get off the next exit
The situation I left it
Couldn't waste another second
Need my own intersection
See I'm Not tryna blow it
Just to show how I live
And I'm Not tryna spend it
Just to pose for a pic
And I'm Not tryna post you
Just to prove that I hit
Shit that ain't no savvy shit
SWOL
I can tell from the long hand
When it's time to reciprocate
She get the short hand
Yet she steady clocking me
Gold wrist watching me
Imitations couldn't duplicate
My pheromones
If I miss her call
Next thing I know
It's knocks on my door
I don't know what she see in me
Naive I Can't pretend to be
She naked on the bed for me
Her tongue dutty wine for me
Nasty is a class for me
I hope it is your major
Having ass is really minor
All I care is how she move it
When I am behind her
Anyway back to your neck worth
I'm tryna feel it's net worth
Before these coins dispense
For a shotgun and a free meal
SWOL
See I'm Not tryna blow it
Just to show how I live
And I'm Not tryna spend it
Just to pose for a pic
And I'm Not tryna post you
Just to prove that I hit
Shit that ain't no savvy shit
SWOL
She called me at 7 and said
Can we meet at 8?
She ask if I'm hungry
I put her on a plate
See me I be cooling
In the cut out the way
Told her
Be back in a couple of days
Then dove in the ocean of life
Making waves
Look
Shorty a vibe
Shorty she stay on my mind
Don't want my money
All she need is time
Intimate settings
Tequila with limes
Candle lit dinner
While we speak our minds
I ain't afraid if a hater cast shade
Cause I know anyday I could see grave
And since you're remembered
By love that you gave
I reminisce on the love that we made
Look
Niggas be shook
Halfway crooks
I read'em like books
They want what I got
Don't know what it took
So when they approach
Ain't no smile when I look
In the gym daily studying tape
So when I get the ball
I won't fumble the play
She told me like a run-on
Her period late
Somebody call the plug
Got a baby on the way
See I'm Not tryna blow it
Just to show how I live
And I'm Not tryna spend it
Just to pose for a pic
And I'm Not tryna post you
Just to prove that I hit
Shit that ain't no savvy shit
You see I'm rolling Ridin vibin
As a passenger No driver
I guess this a ghost whip
Steady whipping ghosting
Like stars in the morning
Don't know which way I'm going
My gourd is filled with henny
As I'm coasting through the city
You start to drift in my lane
I don't feel the same way
So I get off the next exit
The situation I left it
Couldn't waste another second
Need my own intersection
See I'm Not tryna blow it
Just to show how I live
And I'm Not tryna spend it
Just to pose for a pic
And I'm Not tryna post you
Just to prove that I hit
Shit that ain't no savvy shit
SWOL
Credits
Writer(s): Denaya Barnes
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