Last Minute Trips
Keep that burp in it to make it natural
Sound like my woman in the cut
Let me tell you some shit
You the reason why I can't drink Casamigos
With my amigos
Out in TJ with some freak hoes
Goin' free throws with some bottles, eatin' Cheetos
Fuck with me, socialize, I got the cheat codes
Hoes out the door
I don't know but they with me though
Long day, long flight
I finna fuck tonight (horny)
Life's a bitch but I'm rich, so I'm sittin' tight
No demise to them guys
I'm just here to glide
The game's weak, you need a tweak, drink the cyanide
Just me and my Gs, collect the fees
If you come short then you might die
You see the steez, you smell the breeze
I'm somewhere lit drinkin' Mai Tais
We rollin' a tree, hand on my D, talk is cheap
It's bye-bye
No phone on a beach, I can't be reached
Not this week, I'm on my time
We gettin' low on you bitches, hahaha
We gettin' low on these niggas, ah
We gettin' low on you bitches, hahaha
We gettin' low on these niggas, ah
Take this shit to the grave if I can
I'm the reaper fan
Best believe I'ma stay where I stand, I ain't movin' again
Give a shit 'bout these niggas
These niggas ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread
Give a shit 'bout these niggas
These niggas ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread (holy)
Take this shit to the grave if I can
I'm the reaper fan
Best believe I'ma stay where I stand, I ain't movin' again
Give a shit 'bout these niggas
These niggas ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread
Give a shit 'bout these niggas
These niggas ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread
Fettucini
My bitch a meanie, I'm stampin' it
In the evening I'm stabbin' it
I see ass and I'm grabbin' it
You is you, can't compare my chick
'Cause you know she bad as shit
Now look at you, mad as shit
Boy, you better go get a grip
I don't do favors, you ain't give me no health
I'm not any neighbor, you better do it yourself
Bitch read my palm, said my life full of wealth (yep)
I heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf
I don't do favors, you ain't give me health
I'm not any neighbor, you better do it yourself
Bitch read my palm, said my life full of wealth
I heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf
Liar
Holy
Sound like my woman in the cut
Let me tell you some shit
You the reason why I can't drink Casamigos
With my amigos
Out in TJ with some freak hoes
Goin' free throws with some bottles, eatin' Cheetos
Fuck with me, socialize, I got the cheat codes
Hoes out the door
I don't know but they with me though
Long day, long flight
I finna fuck tonight (horny)
Life's a bitch but I'm rich, so I'm sittin' tight
No demise to them guys
I'm just here to glide
The game's weak, you need a tweak, drink the cyanide
Just me and my Gs, collect the fees
If you come short then you might die
You see the steez, you smell the breeze
I'm somewhere lit drinkin' Mai Tais
We rollin' a tree, hand on my D, talk is cheap
It's bye-bye
No phone on a beach, I can't be reached
Not this week, I'm on my time
We gettin' low on you bitches, hahaha
We gettin' low on these niggas, ah
We gettin' low on you bitches, hahaha
We gettin' low on these niggas, ah
Take this shit to the grave if I can
I'm the reaper fan
Best believe I'ma stay where I stand, I ain't movin' again
Give a shit 'bout these niggas
These niggas ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread
Give a shit 'bout these niggas
These niggas ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread (holy)
Take this shit to the grave if I can
I'm the reaper fan
Best believe I'ma stay where I stand, I ain't movin' again
Give a shit 'bout these niggas
These niggas ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread
Give a shit 'bout these niggas
These niggas ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread
Fettucini
My bitch a meanie, I'm stampin' it
In the evening I'm stabbin' it
I see ass and I'm grabbin' it
You is you, can't compare my chick
'Cause you know she bad as shit
Now look at you, mad as shit
Boy, you better go get a grip
I don't do favors, you ain't give me no health
I'm not any neighbor, you better do it yourself
Bitch read my palm, said my life full of wealth (yep)
I heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf
I don't do favors, you ain't give me health
I'm not any neighbor, you better do it yourself
Bitch read my palm, said my life full of wealth
I heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf
Liar
Holy
Credits
Writer(s): Azizi Gibson, Gaelan Aguado, Jonathan Gabor
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