OH REALLY
Won't trip on a tuck that's a hottie (I will dip)
Better have a cute face with that body (I won't hit)
I be stacking my bread got box with the stick and I'm tryna get Rich just like Roddy
Got some head in the whip I was flying (Facts)
Took my soul thought a nigga was dying (No cap)
When I came back to life I was up in a Tesla I realized I ain't have to drive it (Okay)
Why you get mad (Why)
That she throwing it, It's not my fault (What)
Yo bitch poking it, go to the room (What she do)
She was throating it
If she love you why she going then? (Damn)
Always talking bout the shorties
I fucked her and lost her I'm looking for Dori
She posted and @ me won't put on my story
We only only hang out when she call cus she horny (Okay)
Back in this bitch, like addict I'm scratching again
I been ducking the faking niggas they be capped out (What)
Talking sliding but never bring straps out (At all)
He was gangster I seen he a bitch now
He was blood but he hanging with crips now
I can never let a nigga fuck with my energy (Nah)
Light him up like a Dutch is you kidding me? (Facts)
All my niggas got 9's and it's plenty beef
You violate we invade thru ya chimney
Like I'm Santa the ho's I got 3 on me
And we pull up with some shit that be hard to see (Get it)
Know I vibe in the room I got eyes on me
All the aroma in here is because of me
I never been the type of nigga that'll type to niggas
So if you do you a bitch to me
I don't mean to be mean I am sorry (I am sorry)
If you pregnant we going on Maury (Going on Maury)
I am not the only one that's hitting that (What)
Matter fact I ain't hit cus she boring (Duh)
I don't mean to be mean I am sorry
If you pregnant we going on Maury
I am not the only one that's hitting that
Matter fact I ain't hit cus she boring (Duh)
Won't trip on a tuck that's a hottie (I will dip)
Better have a cute face with that body (I won't hit)
I be stacking my bread got box with the stick and I'm tryna get rich just like Roddy
Got some head in the whip I was flying (Facts)
Took my soul thought a nigga was dying (No cap)
When I came back to life I was up in a Tesla I realized I ain't have to drive it (Okay)
Up top I be bobbing and weaving
I was never violent, was chill till we had that attack
We go meet at his at his crib
Ima kick in the front door and wave the straps while folksnem go through the back
After sweeping his crib he was gone
So we had to go find him, I need him where is he-a map
He was getting topped up in the whip and got dropped with his bitch
And we left with his head on his lap
I don't got no enemies
But my imagery is out of this world is you shitting me
For example: your shorty a puppet
I put my hand in, make it move, and she speak for me (True)
Wanna knuckle up you wanna see me
I'll knock you out and have you wonder like Stevie
That's too boring I'll put on glasses
Make you see blue and red like you watching in 3D (Damn)
Please get someone that can flow with me (Please do)
Take yo time ima sit and wait in my seat
I be smoking that Cali I'm high in the valley or up in the hills (Beverly)
Please get someone that can flow with me (Please do)
Take yo time ima sit and wait in my seat
I be smoking that Cali I'm high in the valley or up in the hills (Beverly)
Better have a cute face with that body (I won't hit)
I be stacking my bread got box with the stick and I'm tryna get Rich just like Roddy
Got some head in the whip I was flying (Facts)
Took my soul thought a nigga was dying (No cap)
When I came back to life I was up in a Tesla I realized I ain't have to drive it (Okay)
Why you get mad (Why)
That she throwing it, It's not my fault (What)
Yo bitch poking it, go to the room (What she do)
She was throating it
If she love you why she going then? (Damn)
Always talking bout the shorties
I fucked her and lost her I'm looking for Dori
She posted and @ me won't put on my story
We only only hang out when she call cus she horny (Okay)
Back in this bitch, like addict I'm scratching again
I been ducking the faking niggas they be capped out (What)
Talking sliding but never bring straps out (At all)
He was gangster I seen he a bitch now
He was blood but he hanging with crips now
I can never let a nigga fuck with my energy (Nah)
Light him up like a Dutch is you kidding me? (Facts)
All my niggas got 9's and it's plenty beef
You violate we invade thru ya chimney
Like I'm Santa the ho's I got 3 on me
And we pull up with some shit that be hard to see (Get it)
Know I vibe in the room I got eyes on me
All the aroma in here is because of me
I never been the type of nigga that'll type to niggas
So if you do you a bitch to me
I don't mean to be mean I am sorry (I am sorry)
If you pregnant we going on Maury (Going on Maury)
I am not the only one that's hitting that (What)
Matter fact I ain't hit cus she boring (Duh)
I don't mean to be mean I am sorry
If you pregnant we going on Maury
I am not the only one that's hitting that
Matter fact I ain't hit cus she boring (Duh)
Won't trip on a tuck that's a hottie (I will dip)
Better have a cute face with that body (I won't hit)
I be stacking my bread got box with the stick and I'm tryna get rich just like Roddy
Got some head in the whip I was flying (Facts)
Took my soul thought a nigga was dying (No cap)
When I came back to life I was up in a Tesla I realized I ain't have to drive it (Okay)
Up top I be bobbing and weaving
I was never violent, was chill till we had that attack
We go meet at his at his crib
Ima kick in the front door and wave the straps while folksnem go through the back
After sweeping his crib he was gone
So we had to go find him, I need him where is he-a map
He was getting topped up in the whip and got dropped with his bitch
And we left with his head on his lap
I don't got no enemies
But my imagery is out of this world is you shitting me
For example: your shorty a puppet
I put my hand in, make it move, and she speak for me (True)
Wanna knuckle up you wanna see me
I'll knock you out and have you wonder like Stevie
That's too boring I'll put on glasses
Make you see blue and red like you watching in 3D (Damn)
Please get someone that can flow with me (Please do)
Take yo time ima sit and wait in my seat
I be smoking that Cali I'm high in the valley or up in the hills (Beverly)
Please get someone that can flow with me (Please do)
Take yo time ima sit and wait in my seat
I be smoking that Cali I'm high in the valley or up in the hills (Beverly)
Credits
Writer(s): Khaleel Johnson
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