Armata
Gotta keep it hundred, I keep it in bank
Gotta be smarter, I see how you think
This ain't the motive, but I keep it dank
Throw the wrench in the works like I'm Ratchet and Clank
She rushing my mind-blowing up like Armata
I never ever want to raise up a daughter
I'm scared to lose innocence, but I am harder
The details are worn like the devil wears Prada
She laughing her way to the bank
Feel like a fool, my leg is stanking
No we don't lose, so I gave her spanking
One 42 so I'm Jackie, arm cranking nigga
And now she won't talk to me
I guess we're not meant to be
I'm not used to honesty
But she was busy steady topping me
40 acres and a mule
Niggas don't know what to do
Upping my price
I'm bidding my bae adieu
You bidding on eBay dude
I'm on you like rice
Sipping on Henney, slurping on Jenny, that is my vice
I'm just like you in your prime rib with some sauce on the side
MR. X, you can't hide
For niggas hating, wish the best for you slime
For niggas plotting, that's a muh'fucking crime
For people buffering when they see me online
My pockets loaded, that's a muh'fucking line
I don't imagine I'll be wasting my time
You see disasters and you wish they were mine
Tsunami simping for this girl met online
Pocari sweat, chased that bitch with some lime
Gotta be smarter, I see how you think
This ain't the motive, but I keep it dank
Throw the wrench in the works like I'm Ratchet and Clank
She rushing my mind-blowing up like Armata
I never ever want to raise up a daughter
I'm scared to lose innocence, but I am harder
The details are worn like the devil wears Prada
She laughing her way to the bank
Feel like a fool, my leg is stanking
No we don't lose, so I gave her spanking
One 42 so I'm Jackie, arm cranking nigga
And now she won't talk to me
I guess we're not meant to be
I'm not used to honesty
But she was busy steady topping me
40 acres and a mule
Niggas don't know what to do
Upping my price
I'm bidding my bae adieu
You bidding on eBay dude
I'm on you like rice
Sipping on Henney, slurping on Jenny, that is my vice
I'm just like you in your prime rib with some sauce on the side
MR. X, you can't hide
For niggas hating, wish the best for you slime
For niggas plotting, that's a muh'fucking crime
For people buffering when they see me online
My pockets loaded, that's a muh'fucking line
I don't imagine I'll be wasting my time
You see disasters and you wish they were mine
Tsunami simping for this girl met online
Pocari sweat, chased that bitch with some lime
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Writer(s): Nicholas Chima
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