Honor
Know I'm fiending for your love but I'm scared to admit
Know I been blowing down but these windows too tinted
Ask me do I really love her I said probably
You know these Prada jeans I done hit the lottery
Getting my bucks this year
Keeping tucked this year
I ain't taking no days off
Cardier Buffs this year
They Know I'm Clutch this year
Yeah and my lil baby with me wine fine
She a genius give me brain I call her Einstein
I put diamonds on her fingers wave me bye bye
200 shots and 223's will get him archived
Pull-up in drops and let off shots like we got mobs ties
FN like the bass line always tell her
Hey slime break time
You know I don't break ties
You know that I love to see your face that's why we FaceTime
Run-up on me stupid I'm gone hang you
Rockin Louie Bags and buying range coupes
Tryna buy you that new Benz next summer
I got plans this summer
Tryna count all my friends and all my wins next summer
I been putting in that work I can't pretend this summer
Yeah I can't pretend this summer
God done blessed my mind to speak this poetry
God done blessed the ones that say they knowing me
Last bless all my opps that think they blowing me
Know I been blowing down but these windows too tinted
Ask me do I really love her I said probably
You know these Prada jeans I done hit the lottery
Getting my bucks this year
Keeping tucked this year
I ain't taking no days off
Cardier Buffs this year
They Know I'm Clutch this year
Yeah and my lil baby with me wine fine
She a genius give me brain I call her Einstein
I put diamonds on her fingers wave me bye bye
200 shots and 223's will get him archived
Pull-up in drops and let off shots like we got mobs ties
FN like the bass line always tell her
Hey slime break time
You know I don't break ties
You know that I love to see your face that's why we FaceTime
Run-up on me stupid I'm gone hang you
Rockin Louie Bags and buying range coupes
Tryna buy you that new Benz next summer
I got plans this summer
Tryna count all my friends and all my wins next summer
I been putting in that work I can't pretend this summer
Yeah I can't pretend this summer
God done blessed my mind to speak this poetry
God done blessed the ones that say they knowing me
Last bless all my opps that think they blowing me
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Barlow
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