Playbook
Give me space I'll attack it
Asking for a link as if shordy ain't been passed in
Matter fact rookie stats like the mavericks
Shordy I got a rotation like the magic
I been shooting rhymes like I'm Manson
I be catching dimes like a magnet
Adjacent to a kid but I'm packin
Shordy call me Jason Kidd cuz I pass that bitch
Settling my tone always mad at shit
Said she like my jersey you could have that shit
Double double off of dimes, my unselfishness
Said she likes all of my sides I'm dimensionless
She's my partner in crime like I'm stealthing shit
Yea you know that I be lying I'm incredulous
Now she over here she cryin over messages
Here's a number you could dial in and rant at it
Suicide hotline like a passivist
She be crying on my fleece I umbrellad it
Tried to get up in my sheets like she relevant
It's unfortunate there ain't no pity in my element
She be callin she be talkin bout depression
If I aint got time for textin then why cant you get the message
Borderline obsession
Im patrollin Im assessing
All these bitches that stay questioning
My weapons get to threatening
Dumped my bullets in some glitter
Batter up you aint even got a hitter
Used to talk now I listen to him wither
Body shaking soul dancing like a stripper
Asking for a link as if shordy ain't been passed in
Matter fact rookie stats like the mavericks
Shordy I got a rotation like the magic
I been shooting rhymes like I'm Manson
I be catching dimes like a magnet
Adjacent to a kid but I'm packin
Shordy call me Jason Kidd cuz I pass that bitch
Settling my tone always mad at shit
Said she like my jersey you could have that shit
Double double off of dimes, my unselfishness
Said she likes all of my sides I'm dimensionless
She's my partner in crime like I'm stealthing shit
Yea you know that I be lying I'm incredulous
Now she over here she cryin over messages
Here's a number you could dial in and rant at it
Suicide hotline like a passivist
She be crying on my fleece I umbrellad it
Tried to get up in my sheets like she relevant
It's unfortunate there ain't no pity in my element
She be callin she be talkin bout depression
If I aint got time for textin then why cant you get the message
Borderline obsession
Im patrollin Im assessing
All these bitches that stay questioning
My weapons get to threatening
Dumped my bullets in some glitter
Batter up you aint even got a hitter
Used to talk now I listen to him wither
Body shaking soul dancing like a stripper
Credits
Writer(s): Emir Becovic
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