Uncommon

Fornicate these women
Sorry mom I think I'm sinning (Yuh)
Tracy McGrady so much drip that I Went swimming (Drip, Drip)
Too nice to these bitches I think that I found my blemish
Then they wanna hit my phone just because nigga winning (hello)
That bitch give me dome that's the way I'm fucking living
If the oppositions talking then a nigga doesn't listen (talk, What)
Sippin this shit and its straight from the bottle (bottle)
Your bitch is a dog and my bitch is a model
(Gang)
Smokin' this gas with my foot on the throttle
She wanted my cream so I gave her gelato
(Yup)

All I did was try nigga look at what I started
You don't got a cry nigga you could try your hardest
But you'll never beat me cuz your team is hella modest
My team is uncommon
Money that we palming
(Yuh, yuh)
Shawty ride the horse so good I thought that she was Amish
I gave up remorse for good I'm higher than a comet
I can't fuck with fake niggas I'm just being honest
I can't go on dates bitch unless that booty calling
(Yeah)

He said uno dose tres quattro
Fuckin' that bitch inna back of da car bro
She a bad ting n' I think she from Scarborough
Her Nigga real mad she fucked onna low low
(Ya)
That boy claim he tough wash him up even though I am no wassa
Said he got mans say hello to my mofuckin' choppa
Bitch imma hop in the coup start it up and it sound like mufasa
Bitch on my dick cuz I said imma rapper
Shout out young slime cuz we back to back
We pull out the stick cuz he talkin' wack
You hate on our shit cuz you know it slaps
Take out the chrome you gon run up them laps
Like trippie said you know we tote them mothafuckin poles nigga
And I'm finna pull up witcho bitch and a new Hoe nigga
Look my wrist my whole neck it be all on froze nigga
And my niggas outside servin fentis for the low nigga

All I did was try nigga look at what I started
You don't got a cry nigga you could try your hardest
But you'll never beat me cuz your team is hella modest
My team is uncommon
Money that we palming
(Yuh, yuh)
Shawty ride the horse so good I Thought that she was Amish
I gave up remorse for good I'm Higher than a comet
I can't fuck with fake niggas I'm just being honest
I can't go on dates bitch unless that Booty calling

So there's no point being mad at me
You've got options now
Hey lil bitch Your Majesty
You was floppin' out
You put me in agony
You've been toppin' now
They can't match my salary
Because I'm popping now
Came in this bitch with a smile on my face
Dumpin' the clip I didn't fuck with the tape
Bumpin' my hits in the whip with the Bea
Gents in like I'm fucking with clay
Pretending I've got nothing to say
Blend in cuz they're clucking today
Seven but I already ate
So sick and tired give a fuck about hate



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Writer(s): Dean Russell
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