FaceTime
She know I'm the realest
Legs on shoulders toes curl to the ceiling
Movin just like I'm a preacher
She bowing her head for the semen
No nigga did yah like do
No capin my stroke game the meanest
Be treating her panties like clues
Got her searching whenever she leaving
Glowing
Can't live no shows
Rollin
We want all the smoke
Pouring
That 19 4
Then we blowin
Bags in all the stores
The Bros call me on FaceTime
While she given my FaceTime
Three rings Im pressing decline
Can't reach me while I'm with mine
Stayin the same
If you ride for me
I ain't playing no games
Baby girl don't lie to me I ain't saying a thang
Applying pressure now they watching me
Wanna rock wit me
Ha Ha said nigga please
Doing the dash when I'm whipping the v
Left hand the wheel
Right hand for your treesh
Cleaned up the spot just made me some breesh
With the guys you know we all finna eat
Steady thinkin bout the backends to see
Blue faces we also take green
Call it trappin but I'm stackin the cheese
To get me where I wanna be
Brody hit me on the cell now
He got a piece he said the heads down
Sent the inf with the piece now
9am wipe that bitch clean out
If you bout your bread how you beef
Nigga make a play what you mean
Imma Boss nigga
Makin boss moves
Get to it by any means
I'm on the road to breesh
I ain't watching for him
But he watching for me moving like he my treesh
10 toes no joke I held it down when it came ds
Ain't fold
Go broke
If you going out and just paying the fees
Why don't you listen me
Rollin up spliffs back to back
This grabba beating like I laced it
Not dropping the price it's like that
Top shelf or designer you tasting
Only thing on my mind is these racks
Got a baddie to ride while I'm chasing
I'm living a life that's amazing
Other niggas is corny and basic
She know I'm the realest
Legs on shoulders
Toes curl to the ceiling
Movin just like I'm a preacher
She bowing her head for the semen
No nigga did ya like I do
No capin my stroke game the meanest
Be treating her panties like clues
Got her searching whenever she leaving
Glowing
Cant live no shows
Rollin
We want all the smoke
Pouring
That 19 4
Then we blowin
Bags in all the stores
The Bros call me on FaceTime
While she given my FaceTime
Three rings Im pressing decline
Can't reach me while I'm with mine
Legs on shoulders toes curl to the ceiling
Movin just like I'm a preacher
She bowing her head for the semen
No nigga did yah like do
No capin my stroke game the meanest
Be treating her panties like clues
Got her searching whenever she leaving
Glowing
Can't live no shows
Rollin
We want all the smoke
Pouring
That 19 4
Then we blowin
Bags in all the stores
The Bros call me on FaceTime
While she given my FaceTime
Three rings Im pressing decline
Can't reach me while I'm with mine
Stayin the same
If you ride for me
I ain't playing no games
Baby girl don't lie to me I ain't saying a thang
Applying pressure now they watching me
Wanna rock wit me
Ha Ha said nigga please
Doing the dash when I'm whipping the v
Left hand the wheel
Right hand for your treesh
Cleaned up the spot just made me some breesh
With the guys you know we all finna eat
Steady thinkin bout the backends to see
Blue faces we also take green
Call it trappin but I'm stackin the cheese
To get me where I wanna be
Brody hit me on the cell now
He got a piece he said the heads down
Sent the inf with the piece now
9am wipe that bitch clean out
If you bout your bread how you beef
Nigga make a play what you mean
Imma Boss nigga
Makin boss moves
Get to it by any means
I'm on the road to breesh
I ain't watching for him
But he watching for me moving like he my treesh
10 toes no joke I held it down when it came ds
Ain't fold
Go broke
If you going out and just paying the fees
Why don't you listen me
Rollin up spliffs back to back
This grabba beating like I laced it
Not dropping the price it's like that
Top shelf or designer you tasting
Only thing on my mind is these racks
Got a baddie to ride while I'm chasing
I'm living a life that's amazing
Other niggas is corny and basic
She know I'm the realest
Legs on shoulders
Toes curl to the ceiling
Movin just like I'm a preacher
She bowing her head for the semen
No nigga did ya like I do
No capin my stroke game the meanest
Be treating her panties like clues
Got her searching whenever she leaving
Glowing
Cant live no shows
Rollin
We want all the smoke
Pouring
That 19 4
Then we blowin
Bags in all the stores
The Bros call me on FaceTime
While she given my FaceTime
Three rings Im pressing decline
Can't reach me while I'm with mine
Credits
Writer(s): Devon Tash
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