Footsie

Yea yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Purple buds mixed with the cookie
Mixing flavors like a rookie
On the twenty third floor
With yo bitch we playing footsie
FaceTime to the gang
Just to show them how it's looking
If a nigga play with gang
I guarantee his soul taken
Bought that bitch a Cartier
I ain't even want it back
Money growing just like my hair
Main reason I'm attached
Please believe I don't play it fair
Got to go get my lick back
Air Force ones bought every pair
But my favorite ones are black

I come from the gutter
Where you new
We got to test your heart
I fuck with a scammer bitch
And all that lil bitch
Know is fraud
My lil niggas shiesty
All their srts got stollen parts
I walk in the trap
And I select me
About three four jars
Loaded up on loyalty
No I don't really do the love
Baby you been boring me
I want top don't want no hug
I work like it's four of me
I don't really go to clubs
Can't sit in this foreign seat
Unless I know you real enough
I hop out with that shit on
Still a leave a nigga shitty
Za turnt to my cologne
You smelling like a bail of midget
Blunt hit me back too strong
It's gone take a while to finish
I don't even got no suit on
But everyday I handle business

Yea yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Purple buds mixed with the cookie
Mixing flavors like a rookie
On the twenty third floor
With yo bitch we playing footsie
FaceTime to the gang
Just to show them how it's looking
If a nigga play with gang
I guarantee his soul taken
Bought that bitch a Cartier
I ain't even want it back
Money growing just like my hair
Main reason I'm attached
Please believe I don't play it fair
Got to go get my lick back
Air Force ones bought every pair
But my favorite ones are black yeah



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Writer(s): Demarcus Sims
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