Phase Me

Man
I swear this shit don't phase me
All my Four pockets full I feel like baby
They like RB why you ain't got a Mercedes?
Bitch I'm still broke and I ain't even made it
I got connections in Atlanta, I got people in LA
It don't matter where I go, Rbeezy gon be straight
If I really wasn't rapping, prolly trapping state to state
I ain't even fucking Eighteen and ion need a fake
Hold on

And I just fucked her I don't know her face
And she just asked to go out on a date
When she takin' pictures I cover my face
I can't get caught up I got another bae
She just got another baby on the way
And I aint the daddy, I got a million to chase
The last nigga who try to lick me he got slain
Hold on
Woah, woah, woah, woah

I swear this shit don't phase me
All my Four pockets full I feel like baby
They like RB why you ain't got a Mercedes?
Bitch I'm still broke and I ain't even made it
I got connections in Atlanta, I got people in LA
It don't matter where I go, Rbeezy gon be straight
If I really wasn't rapping, prolly trapping state to state
I ain't even fucking Eighteen and ion need a fake
Hold on

Yea bitch ion need a fake
I know they be wanting all the money that I make
She said she want dinner, I don't really do dates
You say you was feeding your whole gang, but who ate?
Told her you can kick rocks, big thot
Rollie got a big knot, big rocks
I'm up In the yo and please don't hit my phone
Got this Dior on my jacket, I don't rock V-lone
Imma roll an Eighth just to get in my zone
Never got help, did it all on my own

I swear this shit don't phase me
All my Four pockets full I feel like baby
They like RB why you ain't got a Mercedes?
Bitch I'm still broke and I ain't even made it
I got connections in Atlanta, I got people in LA
It don't matter where I go, Rbeezy gon be straight
If I really wasn't rapping, prolly trapping state to state
I ain't even fucking Eighteen and ion need a fake
Hold on



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Writer(s): Rabeea Jizani
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