Photo Focused
Uh
Yo
I need all y'all Southern muhfuckas in the building
To stand up and feel me on this one
Photo focus, lenses on my bitch. I took the candids
Hershey coated skin like paint on top my whip, she sweet as candy
Take my bitches how I take my liquor, ice cubes in the brandy
Got a couple years up on me now, might shoot one at ya mammy
Her physique say she eat cornbread with her greens and yams that's candied
Wayne told me a hoe gone be a hoe, can't put the blame on Tammy
From the gutter where my mind was throwed, if asked I'm fine and dandy
How you stay composed? I put it in the air like Peyton Manning
Uh mind far less than vacant, yeah
Tunnel vision down a path, the footage squared is spacious, uh
Seeing how we moving now, you niggas not adjacent, yeah
Stamps from different places in my passport, what's complacence, uh
Get up off ya ass, the chance is there you gotta take it
WhatsApp messages from different country codes awaiting
Overseas affairs require different applications
Proper docs to make my way through customs, immigrations
You niggas struggling to fuck a hoe in ya location
I really can't relate. Never save a hoe, only save face
Protect ya neck player cause these women play the same games
Charge it to it, when the roles reversed, you'd the same thing. Maintain
You can't be a simple one these hoes is known to swindle
Shorty serve me pussy on a platter without no utensils
Only see her after hours, watching Jimmy Kimmel
After that its flowers while I vibe out to this instrumental
Don't try to over complicate it
The only time I ring ya line is when my optics shaded
I tend to lose myself in these waves when I'm wavy
Take my problems to the face, an eighth inside these paper casings
Bled the fifth, ain't stop to chase it
Yeah
You know
Sometimes I just like
Spill my ink on this page
Crazy I ain't even finished yet
Check me out
Vibe in the coupe
Slide off the chutes
Bitch I'm way to fucking high, sympathize. No disputes
Niggas hop out and they shoot
If you in cahoots
I can't kick it with ya shawty nah if we ain't knocking boots
Yo
I need all y'all Southern muhfuckas in the building
To stand up and feel me on this one
Photo focus, lenses on my bitch. I took the candids
Hershey coated skin like paint on top my whip, she sweet as candy
Take my bitches how I take my liquor, ice cubes in the brandy
Got a couple years up on me now, might shoot one at ya mammy
Her physique say she eat cornbread with her greens and yams that's candied
Wayne told me a hoe gone be a hoe, can't put the blame on Tammy
From the gutter where my mind was throwed, if asked I'm fine and dandy
How you stay composed? I put it in the air like Peyton Manning
Uh mind far less than vacant, yeah
Tunnel vision down a path, the footage squared is spacious, uh
Seeing how we moving now, you niggas not adjacent, yeah
Stamps from different places in my passport, what's complacence, uh
Get up off ya ass, the chance is there you gotta take it
WhatsApp messages from different country codes awaiting
Overseas affairs require different applications
Proper docs to make my way through customs, immigrations
You niggas struggling to fuck a hoe in ya location
I really can't relate. Never save a hoe, only save face
Protect ya neck player cause these women play the same games
Charge it to it, when the roles reversed, you'd the same thing. Maintain
You can't be a simple one these hoes is known to swindle
Shorty serve me pussy on a platter without no utensils
Only see her after hours, watching Jimmy Kimmel
After that its flowers while I vibe out to this instrumental
Don't try to over complicate it
The only time I ring ya line is when my optics shaded
I tend to lose myself in these waves when I'm wavy
Take my problems to the face, an eighth inside these paper casings
Bled the fifth, ain't stop to chase it
Yeah
You know
Sometimes I just like
Spill my ink on this page
Crazy I ain't even finished yet
Check me out
Vibe in the coupe
Slide off the chutes
Bitch I'm way to fucking high, sympathize. No disputes
Niggas hop out and they shoot
If you in cahoots
I can't kick it with ya shawty nah if we ain't knocking boots
Credits
Writer(s): Darius Johnson
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