Gotta Link
I gotta main but I need my sides
Few too many and I can't drive
She gon scoop and we gon slide
Ima do my dance ima deep sea dive
I gotta few up in my phone
I gotta itch that I can't scratch
I gotta move that make her moan
I gotta monkey on my back
She keep looking into my eyes
Tryna find my truth
Locate my lies
Frontside flip the back one time
Im in control
When we collide
I need freedom on Friday nights
But if I see you then it's on site
She wanna link with the gang that's word
Pouring up yak to ease my nerves
She gotta Molly on her tongue
Eyes roll back and she go numb
When im inside it I just go dumb
She calls god everytime I come
I can't play if it's bout my check
Run my sack up and that's on set
These boys faking they aint got shit
Need my stacks and I keep my stick
Bars lines Charlie sheen
Blow a lil smoke
When we light up scenes
I don't know what they want from me
They dont want war but they dont want peace
Dont want love but they won't show hate
Dont need luck cause I know I my fate
Fucked her once and she just can't quit
03, 50 - magic stick
Og sticky got her stuck
Handprints hickeys heathen hush
Silky stroking got her strung
High like coke when her bell get rung
She wanna be my only one
I wanna bish to show me some
Learned that the world dont owe me none
So I take what's my mine in freaks and funds
I gotta main but I need my sides
Few too many and I can't drive
She gon scoop and we gon slide
Ima do my dance ima deep sea dive
I gotta few up in my phone
I gotta itch that I can't scratch
I gotta move that make her moan
I gotta monkey on my back
Shorty wanna link
Said she gotta few friends for the whole team
Cup a casamigos I don't do the lean
She wanna get nasty I'm pulling up clean
And do my thing
I don't sweat no opps
They be looking up to me
Like they pops
I do not trip bout the way they fake
Cause they want those likes
And I want that cake
And I want that girl
I want that one too
We can just chill us 3
Yeah my mans got boot
Cause she wanna get high
And she wanna stay there
Lotta niggas go smack and they don't compare
And it ain't no shade it just how she feel
Keep it way too lit keep it way too real
So it's 3 am and she knockin on door
Had a lil truth now shawty want more
Few too many and I can't drive
She gon scoop and we gon slide
Ima do my dance ima deep sea dive
I gotta few up in my phone
I gotta itch that I can't scratch
I gotta move that make her moan
I gotta monkey on my back
She keep looking into my eyes
Tryna find my truth
Locate my lies
Frontside flip the back one time
Im in control
When we collide
I need freedom on Friday nights
But if I see you then it's on site
She wanna link with the gang that's word
Pouring up yak to ease my nerves
She gotta Molly on her tongue
Eyes roll back and she go numb
When im inside it I just go dumb
She calls god everytime I come
I can't play if it's bout my check
Run my sack up and that's on set
These boys faking they aint got shit
Need my stacks and I keep my stick
Bars lines Charlie sheen
Blow a lil smoke
When we light up scenes
I don't know what they want from me
They dont want war but they dont want peace
Dont want love but they won't show hate
Dont need luck cause I know I my fate
Fucked her once and she just can't quit
03, 50 - magic stick
Og sticky got her stuck
Handprints hickeys heathen hush
Silky stroking got her strung
High like coke when her bell get rung
She wanna be my only one
I wanna bish to show me some
Learned that the world dont owe me none
So I take what's my mine in freaks and funds
I gotta main but I need my sides
Few too many and I can't drive
She gon scoop and we gon slide
Ima do my dance ima deep sea dive
I gotta few up in my phone
I gotta itch that I can't scratch
I gotta move that make her moan
I gotta monkey on my back
Shorty wanna link
Said she gotta few friends for the whole team
Cup a casamigos I don't do the lean
She wanna get nasty I'm pulling up clean
And do my thing
I don't sweat no opps
They be looking up to me
Like they pops
I do not trip bout the way they fake
Cause they want those likes
And I want that cake
And I want that girl
I want that one too
We can just chill us 3
Yeah my mans got boot
Cause she wanna get high
And she wanna stay there
Lotta niggas go smack and they don't compare
And it ain't no shade it just how she feel
Keep it way too lit keep it way too real
So it's 3 am and she knockin on door
Had a lil truth now shawty want more
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Writer(s): Kemal Davis
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