Men In Black!
Yessir
I love you David
Shout-out to TyDavid, bro
Ayy, yeah, ayy
I be out here stuntin' on my men in black shit
All these rappers out here cappin' look like Will Smith actin' (Huh?)
Is you with it? Hell nah
Just a lil' bit? Hell nah
Maybe that's why they don't like me 'cause I keep it real raw (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You fuck wit' 'em? Hell nah
Just a lil' bit? Man, stop (Woo)
Swear these bitches don't impress me, got 'em in they feels now (Yeah, uh)
I'ma head back to the city, I'ma make a mil' brah
Swear you bitches can't forget mе, she like "Wish we still talk" (Yеah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah
Hold up, slow down (Yuh)
Bitch, this goin' too quick, suckin' on my dick, she 'bout to throw right up
I bet niggas get sick when they hear about me and how I'm glowin' up
Niggas can't talk that shit like me, they out here tryna steal my sauce
Hold up, bitch, what you gotta do with this? You're a thief (Woo)
Take a step back, mind your fuckin' business, bitch, you suspect (Suspect)
You been on my dick from time, you startin' to do too much, bitch (Bitch, ha)
You know I don't do bluffin'
I just smoke on these blunts 'cause—
I be out here stuntin' on my men in black shit
All these rappers out here cappin' look like Will Smith actin' (Huh?)
Is you with it? Hell nah
Just a lil' bit? Hell nah
Maybe that's why they don't like me 'cause I keep it real raw (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You fuck wit' 'em? Hell nah
Just a lil' bit? Man, stop (Woo)
Swear these bitches don't impress me, got 'em in they feels now (Yeah, uh)
I'ma head back to the city, I'ma make a mil' brah
Swear you bitches can't forget me, she like "Wish we still talk" (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Like "Ooh" (Ooh)
I just rolled your homeboy in a blunt, you smell the fumes
Think it's 'bout time that I'm blowin' up, like, what's the moves?
On my men in black shit how I pop out in the coupe
All these rappers overlook me 'cause they mad I get more views (Ayy, ayy)
LOAT! in the air smokin' opp pack
.223s air out your block, make 'em drop back (What's up?)
Bro, that's your girl? Well, she gave me the top
Now she comin' home shirtless, you can't get her top back
Spark the blunt and puff, and puff, and pass it
We the gang, we geekin' off the acid
If it's in my songs, then I ain't cappin'
I be stuntin' on my men in black shit
Fuck lilbubblegum
Fuck ciscaux
Fuck Anrico
Y'all all some bitches, on my dead grandma
I love you David
Shout-out to TyDavid, bro
Ayy, yeah, ayy
I be out here stuntin' on my men in black shit
All these rappers out here cappin' look like Will Smith actin' (Huh?)
Is you with it? Hell nah
Just a lil' bit? Hell nah
Maybe that's why they don't like me 'cause I keep it real raw (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You fuck wit' 'em? Hell nah
Just a lil' bit? Man, stop (Woo)
Swear these bitches don't impress me, got 'em in they feels now (Yeah, uh)
I'ma head back to the city, I'ma make a mil' brah
Swear you bitches can't forget mе, she like "Wish we still talk" (Yеah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah
Hold up, slow down (Yuh)
Bitch, this goin' too quick, suckin' on my dick, she 'bout to throw right up
I bet niggas get sick when they hear about me and how I'm glowin' up
Niggas can't talk that shit like me, they out here tryna steal my sauce
Hold up, bitch, what you gotta do with this? You're a thief (Woo)
Take a step back, mind your fuckin' business, bitch, you suspect (Suspect)
You been on my dick from time, you startin' to do too much, bitch (Bitch, ha)
You know I don't do bluffin'
I just smoke on these blunts 'cause—
I be out here stuntin' on my men in black shit
All these rappers out here cappin' look like Will Smith actin' (Huh?)
Is you with it? Hell nah
Just a lil' bit? Hell nah
Maybe that's why they don't like me 'cause I keep it real raw (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You fuck wit' 'em? Hell nah
Just a lil' bit? Man, stop (Woo)
Swear these bitches don't impress me, got 'em in they feels now (Yeah, uh)
I'ma head back to the city, I'ma make a mil' brah
Swear you bitches can't forget me, she like "Wish we still talk" (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Like "Ooh" (Ooh)
I just rolled your homeboy in a blunt, you smell the fumes
Think it's 'bout time that I'm blowin' up, like, what's the moves?
On my men in black shit how I pop out in the coupe
All these rappers overlook me 'cause they mad I get more views (Ayy, ayy)
LOAT! in the air smokin' opp pack
.223s air out your block, make 'em drop back (What's up?)
Bro, that's your girl? Well, she gave me the top
Now she comin' home shirtless, you can't get her top back
Spark the blunt and puff, and puff, and pass it
We the gang, we geekin' off the acid
If it's in my songs, then I ain't cappin'
I be stuntin' on my men in black shit
Fuck lilbubblegum
Fuck ciscaux
Fuck Anrico
Y'all all some bitches, on my dead grandma
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Writer(s): Cairo Khaleel Weir
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