SMS

Recollect the message
Bow to my presence
Got so much sauce
SMS but I don't text bitch

I cook bands, when I get bread I party
Bake bands, get these hoes off my body
Stew bands, getting paid wit' my posse
Stew bands, getting paid wit' my patners

My heart is irrelevant it'll be fine
I know I gotta suck it up, I gotta grind
I know it is not mine right now cause I'm not here myself
I just record the pain so I can hear myself

My heart is rigged with contusion
I'm proving I'm bleeding inside though I sit in confusion
I need what is mine no other thing im choosing
I'm not in control but I'm still gon be cruising

If I like her then she lucky
She don't even got to fuck me
I just like her cause she love me
Excited around me like a puppy

New information for the motherboard
She a freak hoe don't need another whore
Told her open up I got 100 for her
Homework in the back on the cutting board

Elevating crazy but that is a given
I'm focused heavy everyday I'm living
They wan' deter my thought they would I'm wishing
Snakes hissing take your soul I'm unforgiving

Ima catch that snitch, no seeker
Why so dumb you can't keep up
Got a lip ton talking teacups
Dead like Ben in god we trust

Ima spray the full clip
And then plead the fifth
I'm be on the road quick
I gotta make a flip

Ima open the tool shed
Heard you got the stick now
But you ain't shit
Tryna fucking renege

What you telling me bullshit
That's why you a bitch
I converge in the V
Supercharging the whip

She be wet on some pool shit
Spent a grip on the fit
Recollect her playing me
Now she love my kicks

But recollect the message
Bow to my presence
Got so much sauce
SMS but I don't text bitch

I cook bands, when I get bread I party
Bake bands, get these hoes off my body
Stew bands, getting paid wit' my posse
Stew bands, getting paid wit' my patners

I could never change, they don't believe me
If ima opp then delete me
No games, don't watch me watch TV
Don't know how hard it's to be me

Throwing C's in the air with gang niggas
Yet and still be running with lame niggas
Mixing shooters wit' playing the game niggas
Fuck with them, ima empty yo' brain niggas

When I pop out ima bang on him
So I know that I cannot say the name on him
Talking down on my life and they helping cuz
Should I say damn them to hell or what

I'm am all alone nobody wanna ride
Other way round I bet you ima slide
Are they my niggas if they fuck with the lies
I am the only nigga still on my side

Recollect the message
Bow to my presence
Got so much sauce
SMS but I don't text bitch

I cook bands, when I get bread I party
Bake bands, get these hoes off my body
Stew bands, getting paid wit' my posse
Stew bands, getting paid wit' my patners

My heart is irrelevant it'll be fine
I know I gotta suck it up, I gotta grind
I know it is not mine right now cause I'm not here myself
I just record the pain so I can hear myself

My heart is rigged with contusion
I'm proving I'm bleeding inside though I sit in confusion
I need what is mine no other thing I'm choosing
I'm not in control but I'm still gon be cruising

If I like her then she lucky
She don't even got to fuck me
I just like her cause she love me
Excited around me like a puppy

New information for the motherboard
She a freak hoe don't need another whore
Told her open up I got 100 for her
Homework in the back on the cutting board



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Writer(s): Damann Bogle
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