Remind Me
I step in the booth and it remind me of the trap
Bitch I'm selling words, Getting paid
Fucking on these rats
Hoe I'm balling like I'm Russ Cause they think I'm pading stats
Ass little I can't grip So I'm pulling out her tracks
Paint her face like mabalene, All them feelings make believe
Green falling from the sky Like my niggas shaking trees
Seen her out, She made it scene Cause I said she ain't make the team
Ghetto bitch
Head scary, That shit Damnear made me scream
She said Scoob you the goat, I replied I already know
Now shut the fuck up, Get on yo knees so I can fuck yo throat
Ain't no cable man, Think I'm slippin Ima up this pole
Ion need to name lil bitch, Just need yo bank code
Man fuck a bank roll, Can't stop grinding until the bank gone
I'm like a atm cause I get money when the bank closed
I chase a chicken wit no head before I chase hoes
You a snitch and give up the whole gang to get yo case gone
Me and fake love like oil and water, We don't mix well
I got old money I guess you can say that my chips stale
Man I blocked that bitch on everything, She hit the email
Im In the sand filing ppps like a seashell
I'm getting free money I'll never go back to retail
Bitch all you need to know is that I'm paid, Fuck the details
And bitch if you don't mind stay in yo lane, And all a be well
Bitch niggas, Price going up like a re sell
Like a re sell, Price going up
Tap in
Bitch I'm selling words, Getting paid
Fucking on these rats
Hoe I'm balling like I'm Russ Cause they think I'm pading stats
Ass little I can't grip So I'm pulling out her tracks
Paint her face like mabalene, All them feelings make believe
Green falling from the sky Like my niggas shaking trees
Seen her out, She made it scene Cause I said she ain't make the team
Ghetto bitch
Head scary, That shit Damnear made me scream
She said Scoob you the goat, I replied I already know
Now shut the fuck up, Get on yo knees so I can fuck yo throat
Ain't no cable man, Think I'm slippin Ima up this pole
Ion need to name lil bitch, Just need yo bank code
Man fuck a bank roll, Can't stop grinding until the bank gone
I'm like a atm cause I get money when the bank closed
I chase a chicken wit no head before I chase hoes
You a snitch and give up the whole gang to get yo case gone
Me and fake love like oil and water, We don't mix well
I got old money I guess you can say that my chips stale
Man I blocked that bitch on everything, She hit the email
Im In the sand filing ppps like a seashell
I'm getting free money I'll never go back to retail
Bitch all you need to know is that I'm paid, Fuck the details
And bitch if you don't mind stay in yo lane, And all a be well
Bitch niggas, Price going up like a re sell
Like a re sell, Price going up
Tap in
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Writer(s): Traker Williams
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