Steak N Lobster
(I just need my space right now)
Up all night, I can't even sleep (uh-uh)
How would shit be if you was still here?
Pain runnin' deep, I can't even show it (pain runnin' deep)
Don't tell 'em 'bout yo' feelings, don't nobody care
Fuckin' up the check, man, I'm doin' shit for fun
Gettin' real money, man, I love it here
I'll push a button, nigga, I'll turn it up (turn it up)
Buying crystal like it's Bel Air
Buy codeine like this shit deep
Big boy blunts like my nigga E's
Punchin' in the road, watch me bob and weave
My ho lookin' good, we ain't buyin' weed
Keep it too trill, last of a dying breed
I just woke up, cold sweat, I got demons over me
Got the plug on pause, I got fans overseas
Man, I hate being alone, got a nigga ho with me
Creepin' on the low (low)
Probably wouldn't never say a word if I was broke (uh-uh)
Matter fact, you wouldn't see me, I'd be gone
Shawty playin', like she E.T., took her home
Windows tinted, on the freeway gettin' dome
I been loadin' up on the stretch, shits crazy
Boy, you better get up off yo' ass, free 80's
Poodie text my line line, "Face, be patient"
Lil' mama told me never leave nothin' on the table
Yeah
She can't even dance with the money up the-
Hah, ayy, yeah
She can't even dance with the money up the stage
Man, I can't complain, man, all this shit is profit
My nigga in the feds and he eatin' steak n' lobster
Up all night, I can't even sleep (uh-uh)
How would shit be if you was still here?
Pain runnin' deep, I can't even show it (pain runnin' deep)
Don't tell 'em 'bout yo' feelings, don't nobody care
Fuckin' up the check, man, I'm doin' shit for fun
Gettin' real money, man, I love it here
I'll push a button, nigga, I'll turn it up (turn it up)
Buying crystal like it's Bel Air
Buy codeine like this shit deep
Big boy blunts like my nigga E's
Punchin' in the road, watch me bob and weave
My ho lookin' good, we ain't buyin' weed
Keep it too trill, last of a dying breed
I just woke up, cold sweat, I got demons over me
Got the plug on pause, I got fans overseas
Man, I hate being alone, got a nigga ho with me
Creepin' on the low (low)
Probably wouldn't never say a word if I was broke (uh-uh)
Matter fact, you wouldn't see me, I'd be gone
Shawty playin', like she E.T., took her home
Windows tinted, on the freeway gettin' dome
I been loadin' up on the stretch, shits crazy
Boy, you better get up off yo' ass, free 80's
Poodie text my line line, "Face, be patient"
Lil' mama told me never leave nothin' on the table
Yeah
She can't even dance with the money up the-
Hah, ayy, yeah
She can't even dance with the money up the stage
Man, I can't complain, man, all this shit is profit
My nigga in the feds and he eatin' steak n' lobster
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Writer(s): Marcellus Rayvon Register, Evan Jarrod Scaife Milton
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