Sunday Slurring
Call my phone
Who that is
Just a bitch who from the gram
Put my dick in her ribs
Now she want to tell her friends
But I don't know if I got time
To hit them all
But I'ma try
Because fuck it right
Fuck it right, yeah yeah
TwoOneNine the code
Fuck it got you hot
But the scene out way too cold
Turn out and we go
She my little babe
Push her ass too far
And she might let it rain
You know I got two
Got a tool up in my view
I kick it with animals
Come find me in the zoo
I don't know about no shooters
Innocent plea
I don't play up on computers
We leave them empty
Yeah I grew up in that Region
And it started Ninety-three
Took a couple times me leaving
But I still follow them dreams
If we talking truthfully
I stay away from lean
Everything in life baby
Ain't what it seems
I don't need no gold chains
And no shine neither
Bitch I shine by myself
I'm bringing high heaters
Man this bitch a keeper
She rolling up Khalifa
She don't know the game
But she let me teach her
Yeah that kid way too good
Go and check his test scores
I put holes in her wall
But it's from the headboard
I let her ride on the wood like a fucking longboard
And I do it well that she want an encore
Yeah Yeah
TwoOneNine the code
Fuck it got you hot
But the scene out way too cold
Turn out and we go
She my little babe
Push her ass too far
And she might let it rain
Woah woah woah
Baby yeah you know I'm blowing smoke
Gas in this blunt oh yeah dope
Do I want to share it all no
Yeah no no no no no
Who that is
Just a bitch who from the gram
Put my dick in her ribs
Now she want to tell her friends
But I don't know if I got time
To hit them all
But I'ma try
Because fuck it right
Fuck it right, yeah yeah
TwoOneNine the code
Fuck it got you hot
But the scene out way too cold
Turn out and we go
She my little babe
Push her ass too far
And she might let it rain
You know I got two
Got a tool up in my view
I kick it with animals
Come find me in the zoo
I don't know about no shooters
Innocent plea
I don't play up on computers
We leave them empty
Yeah I grew up in that Region
And it started Ninety-three
Took a couple times me leaving
But I still follow them dreams
If we talking truthfully
I stay away from lean
Everything in life baby
Ain't what it seems
I don't need no gold chains
And no shine neither
Bitch I shine by myself
I'm bringing high heaters
Man this bitch a keeper
She rolling up Khalifa
She don't know the game
But she let me teach her
Yeah that kid way too good
Go and check his test scores
I put holes in her wall
But it's from the headboard
I let her ride on the wood like a fucking longboard
And I do it well that she want an encore
Yeah Yeah
TwoOneNine the code
Fuck it got you hot
But the scene out way too cold
Turn out and we go
She my little babe
Push her ass too far
And she might let it rain
Woah woah woah
Baby yeah you know I'm blowing smoke
Gas in this blunt oh yeah dope
Do I want to share it all no
Yeah no no no no no
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Writer(s): Anthony Marlow
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