No Offense
She keep saying that she wont but i know she will
Got that baby face going got that whip appeal
She liking how im shining like the moon
Swept her off her feet & i aint even need a broom
The bay gettin dead lets take a trip to Cancun
Champagne & fruit baby girl lets get into it
Are you for the ride or wit the movement
Some people aint survive i went to skoo wit
My brother in the kitchen thats a cool whip
And im looking at the place that he fool wit
Bagging up in the living room im at four zips
Work in a couple hours im already clocked in
It all worked out i put work in
Where was niggaz at when i was hurting
I aint complain & thats certain
Through the years i turned up got in my berkin
Na im not a trick but a player spend alil bit
Can a nigga get alil head
So Many losses so its only right that i win
Bout a bag tell me when tell me where & im there
About a half a zip is how i vent
Dont worry bout my pockets gotta get it how i live
At ya baby mamma house & im all in the fridge
Might eat the baby snacks but dont take no offense
I remember days when i wasnt spalding
Hard times had my blunt alil smaller
Now the money keep calling & a bad bitch calling
But i bet broke bitch wont call me thats for real tho
Chilling wit them bitchez how come im the one you speak on
Slept wit a few bitchez but neva talked to the pillow
If my plug got it then ima push the gorilla
IKE & tha mob its some gangstas in the building
I aint never bought a bitch no Jimmy Choo
Honesty is the reason why these thottys keep choosing
Show no loyalty thats the quickest way to lose me
Came a long way went from looting to booming
So many fairy tales told behind my spine
You a lil boy & im mankind
Just know im in my zone when the blunt lit
Im a emcee wit the hammer you cant touch this
Na im not a trick but a player spend alil bit
Can a nigga get alil head
So Many losses so its only right that i win
Bout a bag tell me when tell me where & im there
About a half a zip is how i vent
Dont worry bout my pockets gotta get it how i live
At ya baby mamma house & im all in the fridge
Might eat the baby snacks but dont take no offense
Got that baby face going got that whip appeal
She liking how im shining like the moon
Swept her off her feet & i aint even need a broom
The bay gettin dead lets take a trip to Cancun
Champagne & fruit baby girl lets get into it
Are you for the ride or wit the movement
Some people aint survive i went to skoo wit
My brother in the kitchen thats a cool whip
And im looking at the place that he fool wit
Bagging up in the living room im at four zips
Work in a couple hours im already clocked in
It all worked out i put work in
Where was niggaz at when i was hurting
I aint complain & thats certain
Through the years i turned up got in my berkin
Na im not a trick but a player spend alil bit
Can a nigga get alil head
So Many losses so its only right that i win
Bout a bag tell me when tell me where & im there
About a half a zip is how i vent
Dont worry bout my pockets gotta get it how i live
At ya baby mamma house & im all in the fridge
Might eat the baby snacks but dont take no offense
I remember days when i wasnt spalding
Hard times had my blunt alil smaller
Now the money keep calling & a bad bitch calling
But i bet broke bitch wont call me thats for real tho
Chilling wit them bitchez how come im the one you speak on
Slept wit a few bitchez but neva talked to the pillow
If my plug got it then ima push the gorilla
IKE & tha mob its some gangstas in the building
I aint never bought a bitch no Jimmy Choo
Honesty is the reason why these thottys keep choosing
Show no loyalty thats the quickest way to lose me
Came a long way went from looting to booming
So many fairy tales told behind my spine
You a lil boy & im mankind
Just know im in my zone when the blunt lit
Im a emcee wit the hammer you cant touch this
Na im not a trick but a player spend alil bit
Can a nigga get alil head
So Many losses so its only right that i win
Bout a bag tell me when tell me where & im there
About a half a zip is how i vent
Dont worry bout my pockets gotta get it how i live
At ya baby mamma house & im all in the fridge
Might eat the baby snacks but dont take no offense
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Writer(s): Issac Henry
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