Tim Westwood
She wan know my sign and the time I was born
All my ops ride round in Honda Accords
She wan know my sign and the time I was born
All my ops ride round in Honda Accords
I don't know why you ride round in a car that ain't yours
You is not Jefe, you don't got bricks in the furniture
Ten toes down petty in the dirt
Put your nose down I had to hit 'em first
Put your nose down tryna hit the work
Alert, how can I be so alert
White girl around that corner like Karen
Ima treat this lil Honda like a fast ass McLaren
I've been really runnin' errands
I know why the fuck she starin'
I look somethin' like I'm Larry Bird
That lil bih get on my every nerve
Give no fuck about a A and R
Told these lil boys just to play they part
My name stay up in they mouth like canker sores
Everybody Tony but the world ain't yours
Everybody want her but she curvin' boys
And she crave the boy
And she crazy boy
They tryna shoot on the scene with no action
These lil boy do anything for reactions
These lil boy look like my son I'm they daddy
Lil hoe wan pull up I'll send her the addy
Split a addy with her got her stupid geeked
Ricky on my feet and she a super freak
Gold up on my teeth I look like Mr. T
Them youngins' snatchin' chains it's a mystery
I look just like Petey bet that she gon freak-a-leak
Damn near every evening boot up like I'm Keak Da Sneak
They can try but I don't see the me repeat
I don't see 'em tryna freak the way I freak
You all in her DMs all I do is beat and leave
She all in my DMs tryna see who she can bring
Her baby daddy seen her pack her bag and leave
She wan know my sign and the time I was born
All my ops ride round in Honda Accords
I don't know why you ride round in a car that ain't yours
You is not Jefe, you don't got bricks in the furniture
You ain't got blicks or the sticks or the burners
I can't do the handshake you got germs
Dont check me lil fooly check the bitch
These fuck fooly funny they should be on SNL
I can't fuck the bitch if she don't smell Chanel
I can't fuck the bitch if she don't smell Gucci
I love all my bitches I'm a feminist
Unless she comin' in smellin' like sushi
All my ops ride round in Honda Accords
She wan know my sign and the time I was born
All my ops ride round in Honda Accords
I don't know why you ride round in a car that ain't yours
You is not Jefe, you don't got bricks in the furniture
Ten toes down petty in the dirt
Put your nose down I had to hit 'em first
Put your nose down tryna hit the work
Alert, how can I be so alert
White girl around that corner like Karen
Ima treat this lil Honda like a fast ass McLaren
I've been really runnin' errands
I know why the fuck she starin'
I look somethin' like I'm Larry Bird
That lil bih get on my every nerve
Give no fuck about a A and R
Told these lil boys just to play they part
My name stay up in they mouth like canker sores
Everybody Tony but the world ain't yours
Everybody want her but she curvin' boys
And she crave the boy
And she crazy boy
They tryna shoot on the scene with no action
These lil boy do anything for reactions
These lil boy look like my son I'm they daddy
Lil hoe wan pull up I'll send her the addy
Split a addy with her got her stupid geeked
Ricky on my feet and she a super freak
Gold up on my teeth I look like Mr. T
Them youngins' snatchin' chains it's a mystery
I look just like Petey bet that she gon freak-a-leak
Damn near every evening boot up like I'm Keak Da Sneak
They can try but I don't see the me repeat
I don't see 'em tryna freak the way I freak
You all in her DMs all I do is beat and leave
She all in my DMs tryna see who she can bring
Her baby daddy seen her pack her bag and leave
She wan know my sign and the time I was born
All my ops ride round in Honda Accords
I don't know why you ride round in a car that ain't yours
You is not Jefe, you don't got bricks in the furniture
You ain't got blicks or the sticks or the burners
I can't do the handshake you got germs
Dont check me lil fooly check the bitch
These fuck fooly funny they should be on SNL
I can't fuck the bitch if she don't smell Chanel
I can't fuck the bitch if she don't smell Gucci
I love all my bitches I'm a feminist
Unless she comin' in smellin' like sushi
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Writer(s): Alexander Bryant, Kevin Murkledove
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