Vybn
You know what it do
You know I'm the truth
It ain't no thang
I came wit the bands
So she blow like a flute
Yo girl be griping me tight
It's ironic how she be so loose
We be like drake on the weekend
We got her loving the crew
I got a couple a racks
That I'm tryna go flip
Cause I feel like I don't got a enough
I don't believe in yo love
Cause yo love just ain't loving
I feel like wit you I can't trust
Thots come and go
Then it's back on the road
And she be for the streets
We treat her like a bus
And I'm not talking bout hygiene
When it's my green
Running it up is a must
Weight on my shoulders like I'm at the gym
It's getting deep
But in these waters im gon have to swim
Pump fake the shot
They tried to block
And now I'm at the rim
They bottom feeders
Now I feel like im gon have some shrimp
Solo dolo how I'm moving
I be by myself
Staying out the way
Can't see me stack it
Like I'm moving stealth
So much on my mind
I'm in my head so I can't ask for help
Pockets big like Santa
You got small green
Yo pockets elf
I know
She like
She been wit a Nigga for like three nights
Came into the Telly wit a night gown on
And a hard hat on
Telling me she need pipe
She tryna get flawed out
But she know it ain't no free flights
I'll make sure you get yours
Then you know that Ima leave right
I gotta go get the bag
Cause I got too much on me
And got mouths to feed
Yeah
I cannot worry bout none of you haters
Cause I do not need new friends
Bitch I got me
Me and you we not the same
I count it up
You just complain
Yal do anything for the fame
When really you prolly should stay in ya lane
Really hate dealing wit change
And I been dealing wit pain
But I keep pushing
Cause I cannot stop until I hear that fat lady sang
Don't even know what that meanski
But Yal Nigga know what it beski
My folk just told me he got a new toy
Wit the scoop
And it came wit a beamski
Nothing I do for the freeski
Got something to say
Then get that off ya chest
Yea I heard ya tape and I'm not that impressed
I'm nice wit the pen
But you kinda sketch
Baby girl you such a freak for me
Love it when you come and freak wit me
And we be freaking so frequently
Yea
Give you every inch of me
You know I'm the truth
It ain't no thang
I came wit the bands
So she blow like a flute
Yo girl be griping me tight
It's ironic how she be so loose
We be like drake on the weekend
We got her loving the crew
I got a couple a racks
That I'm tryna go flip
Cause I feel like I don't got a enough
I don't believe in yo love
Cause yo love just ain't loving
I feel like wit you I can't trust
Thots come and go
Then it's back on the road
And she be for the streets
We treat her like a bus
And I'm not talking bout hygiene
When it's my green
Running it up is a must
Weight on my shoulders like I'm at the gym
It's getting deep
But in these waters im gon have to swim
Pump fake the shot
They tried to block
And now I'm at the rim
They bottom feeders
Now I feel like im gon have some shrimp
Solo dolo how I'm moving
I be by myself
Staying out the way
Can't see me stack it
Like I'm moving stealth
So much on my mind
I'm in my head so I can't ask for help
Pockets big like Santa
You got small green
Yo pockets elf
I know
She like
She been wit a Nigga for like three nights
Came into the Telly wit a night gown on
And a hard hat on
Telling me she need pipe
She tryna get flawed out
But she know it ain't no free flights
I'll make sure you get yours
Then you know that Ima leave right
I gotta go get the bag
Cause I got too much on me
And got mouths to feed
Yeah
I cannot worry bout none of you haters
Cause I do not need new friends
Bitch I got me
Me and you we not the same
I count it up
You just complain
Yal do anything for the fame
When really you prolly should stay in ya lane
Really hate dealing wit change
And I been dealing wit pain
But I keep pushing
Cause I cannot stop until I hear that fat lady sang
Don't even know what that meanski
But Yal Nigga know what it beski
My folk just told me he got a new toy
Wit the scoop
And it came wit a beamski
Nothing I do for the freeski
Got something to say
Then get that off ya chest
Yea I heard ya tape and I'm not that impressed
I'm nice wit the pen
But you kinda sketch
Baby girl you such a freak for me
Love it when you come and freak wit me
And we be freaking so frequently
Yea
Give you every inch of me
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Writer(s): Kavius Haley
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