Dwade

I ain't from a hood so imma claim my home city
I would never trip on them, Cause my niggas with me
When they see me rap say "go friend" like my name Piggy
Do this shit from Cleveland to the A, Call me Heem Grizzley
Pull up to the function with my niggas leave with yo hoes
She came thru bent over the bed, on her tiptoes
Only here for 1 night baby, anything goes
Knew she was a freak when I peeped she had that pink rose
Listen to us say we sound the same, but we really don't
Told her I would take her on a date, but I probably won't
Pulled up in the G80, next time the Ghost
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We been in the stu for 3 months and y'all ain't did shit
Came up short swinging for the fences got a base hit
Shorty never getting in my pockets, like I'm J Pitts
And I'll probably never get a wife, I can't commit

Shop when I land every time I hit the A
She at the table with the gang ain't no dinner date
Too many racks in my pocket need a bigger safe
Only rolled one wood get another 8
Stuffing shells for the clip on the dirty K
Lamar Jackson pouring purple that's a dirty 8
Sticky fingers from the gusher help me thumb the pape
Snappin like RE and like the ruler keep the drake

Made her wait a year, like a redshirt
Said she couldn't mess with me, cause I'm a big flirt
Seen me out with her friend, she was too hurt
No cap. I ain't even know you knew her

At the crib ran it up it's a good day
Lil baby count a 10 on her lunch break
Shoot the shot, nah Jusheem won't pump fake
Kicked the cup but I'm tryna po mo drank
All gas in the wood smoking propane
Good noodles, private chef cooked the lo mein
Slid yo girl, I ain't have to spit no game
Like she never seen some waves
And a good fade

Barber went crazy on my taper
Needed First-Aid
And I'm passing all day
Like the Air-Raid
It's going up when we drop, we gone get paid
Going for back 2 back rings, like D Wade



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Writer(s): Justin Robinson
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