Seriously!
Yea
I put it in soda
I told that lil baby don't fuck up my vibe
Don't look o' my shoulder
Like seriously baby!
Seriously baby
I ain't gon notice?
Like seriously baby!
Seriously baby?
What is your motive? Yea!
Don't even start, oh nah
Why would you try me that?
Why you gon try me that?
I pull up like "baby I'm back"
She fucking with all of my songs
The way that I'm getting the bag
Feel like employee of the month
It's funny that I wasn't special
Until I realized that I was
I'm told that my shit is deceiving
I put it all out in the front
I do the shit that you wanna, I gotta
Baby you're witnessing all that I got, and
I do this shit baby, balling ain't hard yuh
All of this shit baby, all of it all
Yea, tell me what's your motive what's your mo-?
Either you just like to hate or something wrong
Told her I been thinking twice about the road
Cause that'll mean that I would have to leave
(Whoo!)
I put it in soda
I told that lil baby don't fuck up my vibe
Don't look o' my shoulder
Like seriously baby!
Seriously baby
I ain't gon notice?
Like seriously baby!
Seriously baby?
What is your motive? Yea!
Don't even start, oh nah
Why would you try me that?
Why you gon try me that?
What am I saying?
We one in the same, they'll call out my name
They'll fall on they face and give me their praise, you call it a game
I run in the vault whatever I grab is gonna be flames
I got it from God, I got it a lot, I did it the same yea
I put it in soda
I told that lil baby don't fuck up my vibe
Don't look o' my shoulder
Like seriously baby!
Seriously baby
I ain't gon notice?
Like seriously baby!
Seriously baby?
What is your motive? Yea!
Don't even start, oh nah
Why would you try me that?
Why you gon try me that?
I pull up like "baby I'm back"
She fucking with all of my songs
The way that I'm getting the bag
Feel like employee of the month
It's funny that I wasn't special
Until I realized that I was
I'm told that my shit is deceiving
I put it all out in the front
I do the shit that you wanna, I gotta
Baby you're witnessing all that I got, and
I do this shit baby, balling ain't hard yuh
All of this shit baby, all of it all
Yea, tell me what's your motive what's your mo-?
Either you just like to hate or something wrong
Told her I been thinking twice about the road
Cause that'll mean that I would have to leave
(Whoo!)
I put it in soda
I told that lil baby don't fuck up my vibe
Don't look o' my shoulder
Like seriously baby!
Seriously baby
I ain't gon notice?
Like seriously baby!
Seriously baby?
What is your motive? Yea!
Don't even start, oh nah
Why would you try me that?
Why you gon try me that?
What am I saying?
We one in the same, they'll call out my name
They'll fall on they face and give me their praise, you call it a game
I run in the vault whatever I grab is gonna be flames
I got it from God, I got it a lot, I did it the same yea
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Writer(s): Gian Campopiano
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