One Fifty Two
Catch me at the house
With retro
With Lin-tone
With peso
Want to spend
Around 4
Now he slipping
He don't know
Go by gray
Nothing more
Catch me clear
On yo show
Staying tall
Now we drinking
I'm like wooeeeee
On my toes
Keeping things
On the low
He confused
I'm like so
We stay lit
On the fifth floor
Hit my my homie
Go by Tor
Want some more
Hit up chace
Hit nattily
Know that day
When she met me
Like that line
Kinda catchy
Hold on bro
Wasn't, ready
Come my way
Like I'm fetty
Getting hot
Kinda of sweaty
Chill with me
Don't be petty
Rock these shows
State by state
Go ahead
Let them hate
Not much friends
Some were fake
Take that walk
By the lake
He a lame
He a snake
Girl you shy
Its alright
We can chill
For the night
You mans lame
That ain't right
In all black
Now it's white
Yes I'm cool
And I'm nice
Told you once
I don't fight
Anyway
We just might
Leave this house
To another
Don't you ask
Where's my mother
Boi back then
She's a hustler
Staying up
On her grind
Nowadays
She's just fine
When I write
Take my time
On the beach
Clear my mind
Giving back
Can be kind
Once before
You don't know me
Don't you go
To your homie
Not gone lie
I get lonely
See me clearly
Just like Sony
Keep them stripes
Like I'm tony
On the plane
Feel jet lag
Got that Herschel
A nice bag
Let's go shopping
Pop them tags
That car nice
Wish I had
Some days lit
Some days sad
"End it laughing"
Nah fr I appreciate you guys
Ima be okay though
With retro
With Lin-tone
With peso
Want to spend
Around 4
Now he slipping
He don't know
Go by gray
Nothing more
Catch me clear
On yo show
Staying tall
Now we drinking
I'm like wooeeeee
On my toes
Keeping things
On the low
He confused
I'm like so
We stay lit
On the fifth floor
Hit my my homie
Go by Tor
Want some more
Hit up chace
Hit nattily
Know that day
When she met me
Like that line
Kinda catchy
Hold on bro
Wasn't, ready
Come my way
Like I'm fetty
Getting hot
Kinda of sweaty
Chill with me
Don't be petty
Rock these shows
State by state
Go ahead
Let them hate
Not much friends
Some were fake
Take that walk
By the lake
He a lame
He a snake
Girl you shy
Its alright
We can chill
For the night
You mans lame
That ain't right
In all black
Now it's white
Yes I'm cool
And I'm nice
Told you once
I don't fight
Anyway
We just might
Leave this house
To another
Don't you ask
Where's my mother
Boi back then
She's a hustler
Staying up
On her grind
Nowadays
She's just fine
When I write
Take my time
On the beach
Clear my mind
Giving back
Can be kind
Once before
You don't know me
Don't you go
To your homie
Not gone lie
I get lonely
See me clearly
Just like Sony
Keep them stripes
Like I'm tony
On the plane
Feel jet lag
Got that Herschel
A nice bag
Let's go shopping
Pop them tags
That car nice
Wish I had
Some days lit
Some days sad
"End it laughing"
Nah fr I appreciate you guys
Ima be okay though
Credits
Writer(s): Aldrekus Lester
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