For Certain (Intro)
I come from the bottom bikini (Yeah)
Make yo bitch take off her top when she see me
We ain't too far from the top (At all)
Momma finna' see her son on a big screen TV (Uh huh)
We the backend boys, we started this shit, we already snapping on shit
Riding around with a 50 in pocket
And nah ain't talking bout no cents (Yeah)
Yea, they done took me off the leash
Now I feel like a pet (Uh huh)
These n**** respect me, they know imma vet (At all)
One thing fasho, two things for certain
Lil Jai ain't no hoe, I'll kick down your door
Run through your shit feel like Usain Bolt (Yeah)
Got some young n***** that bangin' the blue
Like they from Indianapolis, I guess they the colts
I come from the bottom bikini
Make yo bitch take off her top when she see me
We ain't too far from the top
Momma finna' see her son on a big screen TV
We the backend boys, we started this shit, we already snapping on shit
Riding around with a 50 in pocket
And nah ain't talking bout no cents
Aye
My young n***** creepin', they lurking (On god)
Hell nah ian buying her no burkin (Hell nah)
I just wan't that lil b**** to slur-slurp me
Got a bad ass bitch, and she German
I know that's for certain
I hop in the booth, and Im working (Working)
Got your bitch on my dick, and she twerking(Yeah)
Yea, I know that's for certain
For certain
I like her body she open the curtain (Curtain)
I like how she move, and how she put in work (Work)
Rub on her pussy damn near made it squirt (Squirt)
Chasing Benjamin Franklins I'm feeling like Kirk (Kirk)
These n***** watching me way too much (Yeah, what)
You'll think Im your car the way I come in clutch(Aye)
Tied my shoes won't trip bout nothing (Nothing)
These n***** steady getting mad over something (Something)
Way I walk on the beat you'll think this a track meet(Let's go)
Ain't hiding from nothing, tell 60 get at me
Came up from nothing
I was stuck on the back street
I didn't have it when everybody asked me
If lil momma ain't ate then put dick in her stomach
My routine wake up to a meal in the mornin'
Got a buzz like my last name was light year (No cap)
Im fly than a kite
We'll take em' to flight here
Claim he having motion, he not though
Tell your business online get the feds on you (Let's go)
Before you walk in better knock though
You might walk into some with your head wrong
Said what now?
Now they got the whole city on you
I don't like em' I want to get rid of homie (No cap)
I can't beef with no broke, need a rich opponent
"Checkmate" got it hot put the water on it
Make yo bitch take off her top when she see me
We ain't too far from the top (At all)
Momma finna' see her son on a big screen TV (Uh huh)
We the backend boys, we started this shit, we already snapping on shit
Riding around with a 50 in pocket
And nah ain't talking bout no cents (Yeah)
Yea, they done took me off the leash
Now I feel like a pet (Uh huh)
These n**** respect me, they know imma vet (At all)
One thing fasho, two things for certain
Lil Jai ain't no hoe, I'll kick down your door
Run through your shit feel like Usain Bolt (Yeah)
Got some young n***** that bangin' the blue
Like they from Indianapolis, I guess they the colts
I come from the bottom bikini
Make yo bitch take off her top when she see me
We ain't too far from the top
Momma finna' see her son on a big screen TV
We the backend boys, we started this shit, we already snapping on shit
Riding around with a 50 in pocket
And nah ain't talking bout no cents
Aye
My young n***** creepin', they lurking (On god)
Hell nah ian buying her no burkin (Hell nah)
I just wan't that lil b**** to slur-slurp me
Got a bad ass bitch, and she German
I know that's for certain
I hop in the booth, and Im working (Working)
Got your bitch on my dick, and she twerking(Yeah)
Yea, I know that's for certain
For certain
I like her body she open the curtain (Curtain)
I like how she move, and how she put in work (Work)
Rub on her pussy damn near made it squirt (Squirt)
Chasing Benjamin Franklins I'm feeling like Kirk (Kirk)
These n***** watching me way too much (Yeah, what)
You'll think Im your car the way I come in clutch(Aye)
Tied my shoes won't trip bout nothing (Nothing)
These n***** steady getting mad over something (Something)
Way I walk on the beat you'll think this a track meet(Let's go)
Ain't hiding from nothing, tell 60 get at me
Came up from nothing
I was stuck on the back street
I didn't have it when everybody asked me
If lil momma ain't ate then put dick in her stomach
My routine wake up to a meal in the mornin'
Got a buzz like my last name was light year (No cap)
Im fly than a kite
We'll take em' to flight here
Claim he having motion, he not though
Tell your business online get the feds on you (Let's go)
Before you walk in better knock though
You might walk into some with your head wrong
Said what now?
Now they got the whole city on you
I don't like em' I want to get rid of homie (No cap)
I can't beef with no broke, need a rich opponent
"Checkmate" got it hot put the water on it
Credits
Writer(s): Deyshaun Hall
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