Chatty

(Didthat)

Wrist really poppin'
No tick tockin
Bad bitches watching
Still gotta lock in
Wrist really poppin'
No tick tockin
Bad bitches watching
Still gotta lock in
Tryna kick them addys nigga
Tryna lock into my zone, but your bitch too chatty nigga
I hit in designer draws, I'm too swaggy with it
Shoulda never gave the bitch my line, she too aggy with it
Trust me I'm just getting started, ain't no finale nigga

Shoulda never gave the bitch my line, she too aggy with it
Yeah I'm off that shit right now, but she ain't got my addy nigga
Damn partner, what you doing so wrong?
She calling me daddy nigga
Get your chick or I'll swing her to mine, ain't no problem to pass her nigga
Hitting up the studio, don't be banging up my damn line
Yeah she cold, but them blue strips on that green be way too damn fine
Used to be on the sofa poppin bottles to same damn time
Yeah we both rockin Air Force ones
But these is not the same kind

You see a star, just admit it
Back then you was playing hard
And you really thought I'd forget it
Fake daps, and fake hugs, and fake applause
I can hear it
This my time, she know it
Hope you fall out them feelings

Wrist really poppin'
No tick tockin
Bad bitches watching
Still gotta lock in
Wrist really poppin'
No tick tockin
Bad bitches watching
Still gotta lock in

Tryna kick them addys nigga
Tryna lock into my zone, but your bitch too chatty nigga
I Hit in designer draws, I'm too swaggy with it
Shoulda never gave the bitch my line, she too aggy with it
Trust me I'm just getting started, ain't no finale nigga

This ain't no finale
Just started my time
I know some niggas who hate on the low
But I know it's good when they can't even hide
How you claiming you gang for sure
But when it's the time you can't even ride
I know one thing for sure
One thing I regret is swallowing pride
James, two-three on my jersey
And you know I tossed a couple even though she wasn't worthy
And you know she took me back even though I did her dirty
And you know she tried to find her some, but she knew it wouldn't hurt me

You see a star, just admit it
Back then you was playing hard, and you really thought I'd forget it
Fake daps, and fake hugs, and fake applause
I can hear it
This my time, she know it, hope you fall out them feelings

Wrist really poppin'
No tick tockin
Bad bitches watching
Still gotta lock in
Wrist really poppin'
No tick tockin
Bad bitches watching
Still gotta lock in

Tryna kick them addys nigga
Tryna lock into my zone, but your bitch too chatty nigga
I Hit in designer draws, I'm too swaggy with it
Shoulda never gave the bitch my line, she too aggy with it
Trust me I'm just getting started, ain't no finale nigga



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Writer(s): Christian Lindyn
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