Exotics
Exotics to the face when I wake up in the morning
Melatonin how it taste before I get to snoring
Head spinning in circles like the ceiling fan
Feeling like Steve Urkel before I was a man
In my room playing Xbox getting top right
Then she said she was falling for me, sky dive
A gut feeling says something don't feel right
She doesn't she's another flavor like Mikes
Check me out, fully decked out, check my bank account, low key cashin' out
In the kitchen cutting bread now
I live on the screen like I'm cinematic, pot of gold but no one can have it
Good grades like math classes, forget the fraction Ima' count mathematics
Cutting you off, no strings attached, spend my money then make it back
The weight scales already reach the max, maybe because my pockets are so fat
Bruce Lee, I'm making moves, one inch punch get hit you lose
You want beef, Ima' serve it out the drive through, your bitch a thot and I play her like GameCube
Love my fans but fuck the haters, say I'm fake but your chains are faker
You a tod, small ass toddler, money on racks but mine stay taller
I still feel defeated, sometimes I feel so mistreated
Agh, I wanna have 20/20 vision, see what bad bitches I'm really missing
Exotics to the face when I wake up in the morning
Melatonin how it taste before I get to snoring
Head spinning in circles like the ceiling fan
Feeling like Steve Urkel before I was a man
In my room playing Xbox getting top right
Then she said she was falling for me, sky dive
A gut feeling says something don't feel right
She doesn't she's another flavor like Mikes
Say cheese for the cam, D in her mouth like she barely passed an exam
Red at the stop light, hit it from the back like a traffic jam, you know who I am
Green eggs and ham oh Sam I am, Lil Ave killing this shit once again
Got a bad bitch and she's on my line
Got a Rolex and she worth my time
Cute ass bitch with some cute ass friends
One night stand, Ima hit it again
Repeating, no shuffle, making my moves, no fucking huddle
So when I pull up, Ima' pull up hot
So when I pull out, Ima' shoot like swat
No bitch want the smoke, Magnums on me, XXL extendo
Put my defenders on skates like Hockey
Drive to the paint, Ima' catch me a body
Do this every day like a god damn hobby
One of a kind like my ego, can't stop me
I'm so aggressive, ADHD
I'm so obsessive, PTSD
Every time I win it's because you lose
Now tell me what your girlfriend's mouth do
Exotics to the face when I wake up in the morning
Melatonin how it taste before I get to snoring
Head spinning in circles like the ceiling fan
Feeling like Steve Urkel before I was a man
In my room playing Xbox getting top right
Then she said she was falling for me, sky dive
A gut feeling says something don't feel right
She doesn't she's another flavor like Mikes
Check me out, fully decked out, check my bank account, low key cashin' out
In the kitchen cutting bread now
I live on the screen like I'm cinematic, pot of gold but no one can have it
Good grades like math classes, forget the fraction Ima' count mathematics
Cutting you off, no strings attached, spend my money then make it back
The weight scales already reach the max, maybe because my pockets are so fat
Bruce Lee, I'm making moves, one inch punch get hit you lose
Melatonin how it taste before I get to snoring
Head spinning in circles like the ceiling fan
Feeling like Steve Urkel before I was a man
In my room playing Xbox getting top right
Then she said she was falling for me, sky dive
A gut feeling says something don't feel right
She doesn't she's another flavor like Mikes
Check me out, fully decked out, check my bank account, low key cashin' out
In the kitchen cutting bread now
I live on the screen like I'm cinematic, pot of gold but no one can have it
Good grades like math classes, forget the fraction Ima' count mathematics
Cutting you off, no strings attached, spend my money then make it back
The weight scales already reach the max, maybe because my pockets are so fat
Bruce Lee, I'm making moves, one inch punch get hit you lose
You want beef, Ima' serve it out the drive through, your bitch a thot and I play her like GameCube
Love my fans but fuck the haters, say I'm fake but your chains are faker
You a tod, small ass toddler, money on racks but mine stay taller
I still feel defeated, sometimes I feel so mistreated
Agh, I wanna have 20/20 vision, see what bad bitches I'm really missing
Exotics to the face when I wake up in the morning
Melatonin how it taste before I get to snoring
Head spinning in circles like the ceiling fan
Feeling like Steve Urkel before I was a man
In my room playing Xbox getting top right
Then she said she was falling for me, sky dive
A gut feeling says something don't feel right
She doesn't she's another flavor like Mikes
Say cheese for the cam, D in her mouth like she barely passed an exam
Red at the stop light, hit it from the back like a traffic jam, you know who I am
Green eggs and ham oh Sam I am, Lil Ave killing this shit once again
Got a bad bitch and she's on my line
Got a Rolex and she worth my time
Cute ass bitch with some cute ass friends
One night stand, Ima hit it again
Repeating, no shuffle, making my moves, no fucking huddle
So when I pull up, Ima' pull up hot
So when I pull out, Ima' shoot like swat
No bitch want the smoke, Magnums on me, XXL extendo
Put my defenders on skates like Hockey
Drive to the paint, Ima' catch me a body
Do this every day like a god damn hobby
One of a kind like my ego, can't stop me
I'm so aggressive, ADHD
I'm so obsessive, PTSD
Every time I win it's because you lose
Now tell me what your girlfriend's mouth do
Exotics to the face when I wake up in the morning
Melatonin how it taste before I get to snoring
Head spinning in circles like the ceiling fan
Feeling like Steve Urkel before I was a man
In my room playing Xbox getting top right
Then she said she was falling for me, sky dive
A gut feeling says something don't feel right
She doesn't she's another flavor like Mikes
Check me out, fully decked out, check my bank account, low key cashin' out
In the kitchen cutting bread now
I live on the screen like I'm cinematic, pot of gold but no one can have it
Good grades like math classes, forget the fraction Ima' count mathematics
Cutting you off, no strings attached, spend my money then make it back
The weight scales already reach the max, maybe because my pockets are so fat
Bruce Lee, I'm making moves, one inch punch get hit you lose
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Writer(s): Averyn Allen
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