Layover
She call my phone tryna stay over
Get you that flight wit' no layover
Nah Ian' doin' no waitin'
Ain't Future no I ain't gon wait on her
My baby know she the shit, why all these bitches wanna hate on her
Why hate?
No B-Dubs bitch I got flavors
Hop onna' jet and we flex on them haters
She want the tip like that bitch was a waiter
Smokin' this gas like I'm way in Jamaica
We just goin' up up up (Up, up)
She just tryna fuck fuck fuck (fuck, fuck)
GG, Chanel, No I ain't twelve, ain't gon' cuff cuff cuff
Think you ready, no not (You not)
Pullin' up wit' a big chop
Clean that boy up wit' a mop (Lets go)
Come shop one stop shop
Swervin' a Jag and it ain't gotta top
Rollie my wrist and I swear it don't tok (Tik tok)
They watchin' yo moves, they gon' steal off yo' style
I'm turnin' em up yea I'm feelin' the crowd
Can't trust a bitch they be lettin' me down
Smoke on some Za get it right out the pound
I be so lost somewhere up in the clouds
Ain't love me then but they lovin' me now (Bitch)
I pop a perky that shit take me up
All of this gas damn near takin' me down (Down)
Sip wit me, I got some lines in my cup
Crackin' a seal and I'm crackin' a smile (Smile)
CGB nigga we talk of the town
Racks on my body just walkin' around
Pole from Atlanta its hawkin' em down
Always gon' win bitch you know what I'm bout'
Can't chase bullshit can't chase...(Fuckin' up and shit) wait
Can't chase bullshit can't chase clout
Hoes on hoes tryna put it in they mouth (Gang)
She call my phone tryna stay over
Get you that flight wit' no layover
Nah Ian' doin' no waitin'
Ain't Future no I ain't gon wait on her
My baby know she the shit, why all these bitches wanna hate on her
Why hate? (Lets go)
No B-Dubs bitch I got flavors
Hop onna' jet and we flex on them haters
She want the tip like that bitch was a waiter
Smokin' this gas like I'm way in Jamaica
We just goin' up up up (up, up)
She just tryna fuck fuck fuck (fuck, fuck)
GG, Chanel, No I ain't twelve, ain't gon' cuff cuff cuff
No B-Dubs bitch I got flavors
Hop onna' jet and we flex on them haters
She want the tip like that bitch was a waiter (Bitch)
Smokin' this gas like I'm way in Jamaica
We just goin' up up up (Up, up)
She just tryna fuck fuck fuck (fuck, fuck)
GG, Chanel, No I ain't twelve, ain't gon' cuff cuff cuff (Nahh)
Get you that flight wit' no layover
Nah Ian' doin' no waitin'
Ain't Future no I ain't gon wait on her
My baby know she the shit, why all these bitches wanna hate on her
Why hate?
No B-Dubs bitch I got flavors
Hop onna' jet and we flex on them haters
She want the tip like that bitch was a waiter
Smokin' this gas like I'm way in Jamaica
We just goin' up up up (Up, up)
She just tryna fuck fuck fuck (fuck, fuck)
GG, Chanel, No I ain't twelve, ain't gon' cuff cuff cuff
Think you ready, no not (You not)
Pullin' up wit' a big chop
Clean that boy up wit' a mop (Lets go)
Come shop one stop shop
Swervin' a Jag and it ain't gotta top
Rollie my wrist and I swear it don't tok (Tik tok)
They watchin' yo moves, they gon' steal off yo' style
I'm turnin' em up yea I'm feelin' the crowd
Can't trust a bitch they be lettin' me down
Smoke on some Za get it right out the pound
I be so lost somewhere up in the clouds
Ain't love me then but they lovin' me now (Bitch)
I pop a perky that shit take me up
All of this gas damn near takin' me down (Down)
Sip wit me, I got some lines in my cup
Crackin' a seal and I'm crackin' a smile (Smile)
CGB nigga we talk of the town
Racks on my body just walkin' around
Pole from Atlanta its hawkin' em down
Always gon' win bitch you know what I'm bout'
Can't chase bullshit can't chase...(Fuckin' up and shit) wait
Can't chase bullshit can't chase clout
Hoes on hoes tryna put it in they mouth (Gang)
She call my phone tryna stay over
Get you that flight wit' no layover
Nah Ian' doin' no waitin'
Ain't Future no I ain't gon wait on her
My baby know she the shit, why all these bitches wanna hate on her
Why hate? (Lets go)
No B-Dubs bitch I got flavors
Hop onna' jet and we flex on them haters
She want the tip like that bitch was a waiter
Smokin' this gas like I'm way in Jamaica
We just goin' up up up (up, up)
She just tryna fuck fuck fuck (fuck, fuck)
GG, Chanel, No I ain't twelve, ain't gon' cuff cuff cuff
No B-Dubs bitch I got flavors
Hop onna' jet and we flex on them haters
She want the tip like that bitch was a waiter (Bitch)
Smokin' this gas like I'm way in Jamaica
We just goin' up up up (Up, up)
She just tryna fuck fuck fuck (fuck, fuck)
GG, Chanel, No I ain't twelve, ain't gon' cuff cuff cuff (Nahh)
Credits
Writer(s): Franklyn Robinson
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