Showoff
Smash
Cartier Crash
Crash smash
All in her back
All in her back
Cartier Crash on my wrist
I just stepped out
I came from the bricks
Butterfly doors go up now
They can't touch this heat
I just left the stove on!
This that recipe
Call me Chef JustNoBettah
Brand new SRT
Interior flesh look like yayo
Leanin' like my left-eye
So I TLC the creep
Goin' Screwface Capital
That's why I got this speech
Some shit she ain't never seen
She can't get off of me
That boy he a showoff
PRE$I in the building
Not one you can blow off
They can't touch this heat
I just left the stove on
I can't be discreet
She say I'm such a show off
Aimin' for they tops like showtime
No hands up can't guard mine
What you call stop
I call a Go-sign
Honeycomb Cartis over frog eyes
PRE$I ain't nothin' like those guys
Sweet red velvet cake sittin' on both sides
Still flippin' soles I got your size
Record labels on me
But they know that I won't sign
Can't trace me
I'm on a ghost line
Anywhere you at
Where you won't find
Just dont sleep
Ni-ni-night
Don't take long gotta wire that
Movin' these words got a lot of that
Thought I told you from the Gift of Gab
Presidential this
Presidential that
Pressure makes diamonds
Know that I'm proof of that
Now I'm 'bout to show off
Tick-tick-tick-tick
Can't wait till that PRE$I just blow up
Always been on grind mode
I can't wait to go off
PRE$I on his shit yeah
He about to show off
Cartier Crash
Crash smash
All in her back
All in her back
Cartier Crash on my wrist
I just stepped out
I came from the bricks
Butterfly doors go up now
They can't touch this heat
I just left the stove on!
This that recipe
Call me Chef JustNoBettah
Brand new SRT
Interior flesh look like yayo
Leanin' like my left-eye
So I TLC the creep
Goin' Screwface Capital
That's why I got this speech
Some shit she ain't never seen
She can't get off of me
That boy he a showoff
PRE$I in the building
Not one you can blow off
They can't touch this heat
I just left the stove on
I can't be discreet
She say I'm such a show off
Aimin' for they tops like showtime
No hands up can't guard mine
What you call stop
I call a Go-sign
Honeycomb Cartis over frog eyes
PRE$I ain't nothin' like those guys
Sweet red velvet cake sittin' on both sides
Still flippin' soles I got your size
Record labels on me
But they know that I won't sign
Can't trace me
I'm on a ghost line
Anywhere you at
Where you won't find
Just dont sleep
Ni-ni-night
Don't take long gotta wire that
Movin' these words got a lot of that
Thought I told you from the Gift of Gab
Presidential this
Presidential that
Pressure makes diamonds
Know that I'm proof of that
Now I'm 'bout to show off
Tick-tick-tick-tick
Can't wait till that PRE$I just blow up
Always been on grind mode
I can't wait to go off
PRE$I on his shit yeah
He about to show off
Credits
Writer(s): Johnathon Patterson, Khalil Mohamed
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