Moral to the Story
Come to the trap, when you get to the trap
Ain't no going back to telling on niggas (I about told on no one)
And niggas bitching, I know that you're specific
Brought you to the hood just to put you on game like the ceiling
You shine like a light (ah ah)
Arguments, wanna put up a fight (ah ah)
I been driving a minute, them bitches ain't with it
They just wanna see you when you ain't pulling up, and
(M-M-Murda)
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came, excuse
The mess I made, I usually do not drive through
Southern California
San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, feel like I drove the coast
I'm shopping ain't got no excitement
I'm just keeping it real, had to do it what it tell me
Got jammed, I was almost a lifer
Steady calling her baby
But she ain't no baby, act like it
I'm getting you diapers
Get to acting and bragging but you won't go nowhere
You just wanna be on my line
Told her hold up, I'm losing my line
Give it back 'cause you losing my
Time, but it ain't for no better or worse
Fuck a text, send a letter or word
Attitude made you ugly
'Fore you having money
I swear it was better at first, I'm lazy
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came, excuse
The mess I made, I usually do not drive through
Southern California
San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, feel like I drove the coast
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came, excuse
The mess I made, I usually do not drive through
Southern California
San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, you make me drive, oh
Had to clean around the, before I came
The mess I made, I, I do not drive
Southern California
San Diego, Santa Barbara
(I'ma do it three times, I'ma do it three times)
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came
The mess I made, this mess I made
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came
The mess I made
I, do not drive
Southern California
San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, you really gotta go
(All the way to Mexico, you really gotta go)
I feel some type of way about it
I wanted to remake it 'cause you, I feel like
You fucked the moral of the story up
Ain't no going back to telling on niggas (I about told on no one)
And niggas bitching, I know that you're specific
Brought you to the hood just to put you on game like the ceiling
You shine like a light (ah ah)
Arguments, wanna put up a fight (ah ah)
I been driving a minute, them bitches ain't with it
They just wanna see you when you ain't pulling up, and
(M-M-Murda)
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came, excuse
The mess I made, I usually do not drive through
Southern California
San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, feel like I drove the coast
I'm shopping ain't got no excitement
I'm just keeping it real, had to do it what it tell me
Got jammed, I was almost a lifer
Steady calling her baby
But she ain't no baby, act like it
I'm getting you diapers
Get to acting and bragging but you won't go nowhere
You just wanna be on my line
Told her hold up, I'm losing my line
Give it back 'cause you losing my
Time, but it ain't for no better or worse
Fuck a text, send a letter or word
Attitude made you ugly
'Fore you having money
I swear it was better at first, I'm lazy
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came, excuse
The mess I made, I usually do not drive through
Southern California
San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, feel like I drove the coast
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came, excuse
The mess I made, I usually do not drive through
Southern California
San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, you make me drive, oh
Had to clean around the, before I came
The mess I made, I, I do not drive
Southern California
San Diego, Santa Barbara
(I'ma do it three times, I'ma do it three times)
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came
The mess I made, this mess I made
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came
The mess I made
I, do not drive
Southern California
San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, you really gotta go
(All the way to Mexico, you really gotta go)
I feel some type of way about it
I wanted to remake it 'cause you, I feel like
You fucked the moral of the story up
Credits
Writer(s): Shane Lindstrom, Raquan Hudson, Ifalade Biko Kiambu
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