Pep Talk

Shooting my shot heads up
Money, im like bands up
Bring up the glock and go way up
Aint ready for no pep talk
Like a grenade you know ill blow
Wrists frozen, i look like snow
Only insta and no 2go
Tell the opps, i got the dough
Yeah stop, hold up
Waiting for your glow up
Single and ready to date
Beat your meat at midnight late
On tinder mehn no delay
Ginika abi nah faith
Facetime, im at your gate
Firstime, i made you sweat
No suggestion no debate
Your bundah is a work of art
I told the mandem it was fat
My guy, arts and craft
Liking my posts
Liking my tweets
You look like bread ill love to toast
Or bake, or fry
I even made anita cry
Shooting my shot heads up
Money, im like bands up
Bring up the glock and go way up
Aint ready for no pep talk
Like a grenade you know ill blow
Wrists frozen, i look like snow
Only insta and no 2 go
Tell the opps, i got the dough



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Emmanuel
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