That Might Just Be It

My foot on the gas
I'm hitting the dash
Smokin my pack
Cause y'all shit is wack
Try fucking with me
You gon catch the strap
Stay rocking the fitted
But this ain't no cap
You lames in my ear
I'm tryna make deals
Stay pushing that fake shit
I'm keeping it real
Making my money
Runnin it up
Your girl coming over
You know she gon bust
After we done
I'm making a drop
Spend racks at the mall
Just for the fun
Yea I'm in school
But that ain't mean shit
I may be a nerd
But dawg you a fool
The bigger they are
The harder they fall
Well smarter we are
The harder we ball
Now we in houston
Off the east coast
We bigger in texas
Sorry lil bro
We pulled up to Rice
Finished my midterms
Time on my hands
So we keeping it nice
Got jay on the beat
We Chilling with Tyler
May be on break
We bringing the heat
Take off like a rocket
Call me J Green
Prod Jiggs in the pocket
Y'all ain't on team
Catch me on perch
Smokin that green
Opps all around us
Remaining unseen

Just listened to Nick
Clown like Mickey mouse
Old dorm the trap house
Matt had sex
On thé couch
So
I fucked her in Siebel
Evel Knievel
Snitch to sandy, call me a weasel
Frank the tank
Mind went blank
Just hit kitchen
Then a wank
Your boi lanky, hankey pankey
Your moms was free
Tree in my boba tea
That's why your girl
She was all over me
Got a concussion
Everything breezy
Ran that eddy
Got your girl freaky
Bed got creaky
Yuh
Running the craft
Fucked her in old, cold, you sold
Grind the game
Breathing black mold
With your girl in a v hold
I'm on my own
I mean I just boned
In second old, where
The bathroom, ooh, Stanky
I'm finna wake up cranky
Get your ass to sleep motherfucker



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Writer(s): Jason Chen
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