Inclination
I don't come with hate it's all love
And I'm always with the gang
I'll spread the wealth for all of us
When I'm feeling down
I hate that I could never call you up
When I hit it one time
Had to schedule me follow up
All my haters tryna ride my wave
But they ain't tall enough
I didn't even use my phone
But I still called your bluff
Had to let her go
I packed all your stuff
Yeah I'm quick to fill her up
But I had enough
And I only got one joystick
Baby I can't play with you
Had to pass her like a point guard
And my Brodie play the two
And I'm sorry I'm so skeptical
Is what you're saying true
Girl you talk too much
Fuck what you say it's what you do
And I'm thinking she's the psychic type
This bitch got me confused
The way she broke me down
It's like she loosened every screw
It's so old to me
But to them it's very new
Attached to the hip
I went everywhere with you
I just need hug
Wait no I don't
Actually need a nug
Tell the plug drop off a dub
Could've cleaned her up
But she said I'm scrub
I can't cuff this bitch
Cause I met her in the club
I don't come with hate it's all love
And I'm always with the gang
I'll spread the wealth for all of us
When I'm feeling down
I hate that I could never call you up
When I hit it one time
Had to schedule me follow up
All my haters tryna ride my wave
But they ain't tall enough
I didn't even use my phone
But I still called your bluff
Had to let her go
I packed all your stuff
Yeah I'm quick to fill her up
But I had enough
And I'm always with the gang
I'll spread the wealth for all of us
When I'm feeling down
I hate that I could never call you up
When I hit it one time
Had to schedule me follow up
All my haters tryna ride my wave
But they ain't tall enough
I didn't even use my phone
But I still called your bluff
Had to let her go
I packed all your stuff
Yeah I'm quick to fill her up
But I had enough
And I only got one joystick
Baby I can't play with you
Had to pass her like a point guard
And my Brodie play the two
And I'm sorry I'm so skeptical
Is what you're saying true
Girl you talk too much
Fuck what you say it's what you do
And I'm thinking she's the psychic type
This bitch got me confused
The way she broke me down
It's like she loosened every screw
It's so old to me
But to them it's very new
Attached to the hip
I went everywhere with you
I just need hug
Wait no I don't
Actually need a nug
Tell the plug drop off a dub
Could've cleaned her up
But she said I'm scrub
I can't cuff this bitch
Cause I met her in the club
I don't come with hate it's all love
And I'm always with the gang
I'll spread the wealth for all of us
When I'm feeling down
I hate that I could never call you up
When I hit it one time
Had to schedule me follow up
All my haters tryna ride my wave
But they ain't tall enough
I didn't even use my phone
But I still called your bluff
Had to let her go
I packed all your stuff
Yeah I'm quick to fill her up
But I had enough
Credits
Writer(s): Manuel Rustique
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