Halfspeed

I never played with these niggas
Never played myself
Never bought my girl no coach
She make plays by herself
Can't even look in hoes directions
Without them wanting something
From me not a chance
Take your motherfucking eyes
Off me dummy
I don't make songs for the club
Hoe I make songs for the whip
95 with no seat belt
But keep control of that bitch
Ain't on the radio
My songs ain't on no Tik Tok
Challenge I still write them
For these niggas
I got tip top balance
How many flows do I got
I don't know shit A lot
Used to be on Richmond road
Packing hoes in the box
Couldn't take the freeway
I was laying low from my pops
Now I walk in through the back
I'm laying low from the pops
Paparazzi with the shotty
Turn your top into hibachi
Oochie coochie Taki Taki
Girl just stop the blase' blase'
I wasn't on now I'm too on
And I ain't talking 'bout Tinashe
Bitch I'm suited for the bands
And that's word to mariachi
My god this ain't even full speed baby
Fallin'
Said this ain't even full speed baby

Quarantine day number whatever
You know I woke up
Drinking champagne for breakfast
Might throw something on the grill
Might just call me a biddy
Say when this over shit you know
That I'ma come to your city
I get them riled up every time
That I dial up
I need whips on top of whips
Like a pile up
Shout out to my pals and bros
Getting that gross money
If we talking net worth
Then your shit is looking like dial up
Everything I got that's all me
You always loved nigga
Yeah that's all me
Fuck you talking 'bout
You think you busy all week
Like I ain't good enough for your time
Bitch you called me
I still think about you though
You gave me cold shoulders
I close them memories
And then invite some hoes over
I appreciate everything that you showed me
Everything I ever did was out of love
So you don't owe me
This ain't even full speed baby

Had to tell her one time one time
This ain't even full speed baby
Do it do it do it to them go head
Fallin'



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Writer(s): Bryan Sims
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