F**k What You Heard
Sometimes I just
Sit back and I think and I get in my feelings
Nobody ain't never got that side of me so
Ion never bring that out
You know ion never show emotions one thing I was always taught
You know you a man you gotta stand on every word you say
Can't let nobody back door you out here in these streets
Big Shots bartender
Lil hoe from tinder
Wanna see if she remember
Wanna see if she remember
All the times that we had
I done settled down now I'm all about my bag
All these fucking hoes yea I know they real mad
I know that they mad
Yea
I'm all bout my bag
I'm Tryna get cash real real fast
I'm hoping you know this shit ain't gone last
I want the cookie I just wanna smash
I want a ghetto freak with some class
I want a ghetto freak with some class
Woa
Woa
I remember begging for shit right out the corner store
Ion care what you do lil baby whatever floats ya boat
The gas I smoke is real exotic gas it make a nîgga choke
Stack it up stack it up to the ceiling
Yea
All my niggas doing the drilling
Yeaa
Ian popping no penicillin just to drill
I just wanna really know how love feel
Yeaa
I just really wanna know how love feel
I tried bringing my hoes together like I'm Dr. Phil
I just fucked all on yo bitch and all the tea she spilled
Yea youn got no cleats ain't in the field
My life a movie this shit really crazy
You really thought the lil bitch was yo baby
My soul been gone forever and ever
I really thought we'd be together
Now I'm out here just chasing this cheddar
A nîgga can die bout these 3 letters
Toting on blicks sticks berettas
I'm out here changing for the better
Big Shots bartender
Lil hoe from tinder
Wanna see if she remember
Wanna see if she remember
All the times that we had
I done settled down now I'm all about my bag
All these fucking hoes yea I know they real mad
I know that they mad
Yea
I'm all bout my bag
I'm Tryna get cash real real fast
I'm hoping you know this shit ain't gone last
I want the cookie I just wanna smash
I want a ghetto freak with some class
I want a ghetto freak with some class
Woa
Woa
Yeaa
Woa
Woa
Woa
I know what I do don't give a fuck what you heard
All the bullshit leave it up to the birds
If I made a promise then I gave you my word
Spin out in the coupe went too fast hit the curb
Yea I hit the curb
We gone go bizzert
Catch yo bitch you know I'm gone flirt
I put in work
Got it out the dirt
Sit back and I think and I get in my feelings
Nobody ain't never got that side of me so
Ion never bring that out
You know ion never show emotions one thing I was always taught
You know you a man you gotta stand on every word you say
Can't let nobody back door you out here in these streets
Big Shots bartender
Lil hoe from tinder
Wanna see if she remember
Wanna see if she remember
All the times that we had
I done settled down now I'm all about my bag
All these fucking hoes yea I know they real mad
I know that they mad
Yea
I'm all bout my bag
I'm Tryna get cash real real fast
I'm hoping you know this shit ain't gone last
I want the cookie I just wanna smash
I want a ghetto freak with some class
I want a ghetto freak with some class
Woa
Woa
I remember begging for shit right out the corner store
Ion care what you do lil baby whatever floats ya boat
The gas I smoke is real exotic gas it make a nîgga choke
Stack it up stack it up to the ceiling
Yea
All my niggas doing the drilling
Yeaa
Ian popping no penicillin just to drill
I just wanna really know how love feel
Yeaa
I just really wanna know how love feel
I tried bringing my hoes together like I'm Dr. Phil
I just fucked all on yo bitch and all the tea she spilled
Yea youn got no cleats ain't in the field
My life a movie this shit really crazy
You really thought the lil bitch was yo baby
My soul been gone forever and ever
I really thought we'd be together
Now I'm out here just chasing this cheddar
A nîgga can die bout these 3 letters
Toting on blicks sticks berettas
I'm out here changing for the better
Big Shots bartender
Lil hoe from tinder
Wanna see if she remember
Wanna see if she remember
All the times that we had
I done settled down now I'm all about my bag
All these fucking hoes yea I know they real mad
I know that they mad
Yea
I'm all bout my bag
I'm Tryna get cash real real fast
I'm hoping you know this shit ain't gone last
I want the cookie I just wanna smash
I want a ghetto freak with some class
I want a ghetto freak with some class
Woa
Woa
Yeaa
Woa
Woa
Woa
I know what I do don't give a fuck what you heard
All the bullshit leave it up to the birds
If I made a promise then I gave you my word
Spin out in the coupe went too fast hit the curb
Yea I hit the curb
We gone go bizzert
Catch yo bitch you know I'm gone flirt
I put in work
Got it out the dirt
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Writer(s): Sage Reese
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