heeem (freestyle)
Yeah, yeah
Look at my neck and you know that it's icy
Ask for the price but just know that it's pricey
Audemars watch, so don't know what the time be
Think that she wifey but she wanna pipe me
Think that she gang, she don't know what the signs be
Really been working whole city behind me
Missing my ex don't want her to type me
Still miss the times when she used to write me
She ask for the birkin but she don't be working
Told her if you want it then get to the twerking
Get to the bag I'm doing it first then
She wanna meet put that shit on in person
You wanna be me but don't put the work in
Put in the hours I'm really determined
Want this shit now I gotta be patient
She giving me brain you would think she a surgeon
They call me him, 'cuz I'm him
And these bitches, they be mean
Popping pills, sipping lean
It's probably because these bitches for the streets
I don't do that, just the weed
Favorite color, really green
Chase the paper, with my team
Disrespect anyone you get beamed
Smoking the weed it take me to space
Ain't talking the outer I'm talking the wraith
Need stars in the roof but I gotta wait, it's going to be okay
I'm stacking I'm stacking for that rainy weather
Need more than a fleece cus it's cold in December
Been talking my shit and don't even remember
So don't even get fed up yeah
Look at my neck and you know that it's icy
Ask for the price but just know that it's pricey
Audemars watch, so don't know what the time be
Think that she wifey but she wanna pipe me
Think that she gang, she don't know what the signs be
Really been working whole city behind me
Missing my ex don't want her to type me
Still miss the times when she used to write me
She ask for the birkin but she don't be working
Told her if you want it then get to the twerking
Get to the bag I'm doing it first then
She wanna meet put that shit on in person
You wanna be me but don't put the work in
Put in the hours I'm really determined
Want this shit now I gotta be patient
She giving me brain you would think she a surgeon
They call me him, 'cuz I'm him
And these bitches, they be mean
Popping pills, sipping lean
It's probably because these bitches for the streets
I don't do that, just the weed
Favorite color, really green
Chase the paper, with my team
Disrespect anyone you get beamed
Smoking the weed it take me to space
Ain't talking the outer I'm talking the wraith
Need stars in the roof but I gotta wait, it's going to be okay
I'm stacking I'm stacking for that rainy weather
Need more than a fleece cus it's cold in December
Been talking my shit and don't even remember
So don't even get fed up yeah
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Writer(s): Haile Araya
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