INTRO (FREESTYLE).

Shawty kinda bad, but I'm so average
She show up in the spring, like she march madness
200 on the dash, got the coupe flashing
Quarter mil on the whip and she still crashed it, like damn

Flashin' I love her fashion
Richard Millie on the wrist won't stop dancing
And I tote big clips, so my hands cramping
But I move big bricks and she bring the bands in, okay...

Cameras, Kodak, Canon
And I still play with drums like I'm Nick Cannon
Dracco sing like Mariah Carey
But I'm quick to disappear like (Where's Perry)

Hallows, super scary
They will lay a nigga down, like the more the merry, eh eh
Buried, cemetery, leave him in the ground like, ayy

Baby I been outta my mind, losing my conscience
I don't keep a watch for the time,can never stop it
Mama keeping one in the head, don't gotta cock it
Damn

Feeling how I'm feeling, emotions stay in my pocket
I just wanna take off with you, up in this rocket
Lately I been missing my shots, I think you blocked it
Damn

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Credits
Writer(s): Deshawn Mabon
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