Lovey Dovey
Fuck all that lovey dovey,
I been money hungry tryna get me a taste of this shit
Used to be bummy bummy
Now my neck is sunny like we just hit a muhfuckin lick
All of these verses gon cost bout a brick
Soon they gon know not to fuck with the kid
Used to get bullied for trying to spit now
I bully the rappers that hop on my shit
Bitch I'm down for the muhfuckin reup
Take all your songs and delete it,
It won't take no genius to know that the flow is just goated
Can't nobody see us
It's really no use in competing
I just stay up on my toes,
And muhfucking float like I own the arenas
Don't fuck up my quotes on the genius
And don't get too close when you see us
And don't get no stupid ideas
Just throw in the towel,
Before shit get foul and stick to your fucking careers
I'm tryna turn this shit up on the low
I work too hard for this shit to be poor
I'm way too solid to switch on the bro
These bitches know that we stick with the code
Better know that I ain't out here duckin the smoke
Just say the price and I'm coming for throats
Competition starting to look like joke
Halloween done but they still going ghost
Ok
Yeah, The diamonds are dancing, the bitches are glancing,
How could they not see us
So many chances they blew in the past,
On tryna defeat us
Funny to know that the flow is just cold,
But I still give 'em heaters
I tried to show 'em a glimpse of my dreams
But they didn't believe us
You know I been shooting my shot like I'm MJ
I been deserving a 10 day
If she ain't a baddie, she ain't got a fatty,
I give her the finger, Dikembe
Been going hard since the tenth grade
I never asked for no rest day
Vera's rose with the chest plate
I came to conquer this deathrace
She prolly think I'm conceited
She say the confidence would be appealing
But my shit is over the ceiling
I say my shit through the building
Wait til I'm making a killing
Shit going straight to my children
So many doors that closed in my face,
So I gotta purchase the building
Bitch I'm a gentleman, I don't be splitting the bills,
They couldn't fuck with the skill
I gotta get to a M, chances are slim but it's coming forreal
They moving shady
But they gotta pay me to think I would care how they feel
I used to kill for a deal,
But nowadays I just don't fuck with it still
I been money hungry tryna get me a taste of this shit
Used to be bummy bummy
Now my neck is sunny like we just hit a muhfuckin lick
All of these verses gon cost bout a brick
Soon they gon know not to fuck with the kid
Used to get bullied for trying to spit now
I bully the rappers that hop on my shit
Bitch I'm down for the muhfuckin reup
Take all your songs and delete it,
It won't take no genius to know that the flow is just goated
Can't nobody see us
It's really no use in competing
I just stay up on my toes,
And muhfucking float like I own the arenas
Don't fuck up my quotes on the genius
And don't get too close when you see us
And don't get no stupid ideas
Just throw in the towel,
Before shit get foul and stick to your fucking careers
I'm tryna turn this shit up on the low
I work too hard for this shit to be poor
I'm way too solid to switch on the bro
These bitches know that we stick with the code
Better know that I ain't out here duckin the smoke
Just say the price and I'm coming for throats
Competition starting to look like joke
Halloween done but they still going ghost
Ok
Yeah, The diamonds are dancing, the bitches are glancing,
How could they not see us
So many chances they blew in the past,
On tryna defeat us
Funny to know that the flow is just cold,
But I still give 'em heaters
I tried to show 'em a glimpse of my dreams
But they didn't believe us
You know I been shooting my shot like I'm MJ
I been deserving a 10 day
If she ain't a baddie, she ain't got a fatty,
I give her the finger, Dikembe
Been going hard since the tenth grade
I never asked for no rest day
Vera's rose with the chest plate
I came to conquer this deathrace
She prolly think I'm conceited
She say the confidence would be appealing
But my shit is over the ceiling
I say my shit through the building
Wait til I'm making a killing
Shit going straight to my children
So many doors that closed in my face,
So I gotta purchase the building
Bitch I'm a gentleman, I don't be splitting the bills,
They couldn't fuck with the skill
I gotta get to a M, chances are slim but it's coming forreal
They moving shady
But they gotta pay me to think I would care how they feel
I used to kill for a deal,
But nowadays I just don't fuck with it still
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Writer(s): Muhammad Aulia Yovarda
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