Poetry (feat. Peso Stars & Cigg Sour)

I gotta get my mind right
I'm going overseas
I just check the score
And found out the opps is 0 for 3
Everywhere I go it seem
Like bad bitches notice me
I been having motion
Yeah like poetry
I be on my own
Nowadays I don't trust nobody
L use to have love for you
Baby but you so thotty
I don't want you
I don't want you
I don't want nobody
I don't want you
I don't want you
I don't want nobody

I told you how im feeling
Why would you want go there
Baby you be acting up
I cant take you nowhere
Must of thought I was your dog
Look how you give me those stares
Baby when I said I miss you
Bet it go through both ears
Feel like a caveman bitch
I'm getting stoned
Like she too drunk to drive
I gotta take her home
A slim waist but her ass
Is on big boned
She just try and pitch it
At a nigga like she gerrit cole
Fly is on feces show you
The type of shit we on
Overseas remember them days
Account was overdrawn
Member them dayss
We broke bread like croutons
Baby on my body
She said baby boy cant do no wrong

I gotta get my mind right
I'm going overseas
I just check the score
And found out the opps is 0 for 3
Everywhere I go it seem
Like bad bitches notice me
I been having motion
Yeah like poetry
I be on my own nowadays
I don't trust nobody
L use to have love for you
Baby but you so thotty
I don't want you
I don't want you
I don't want nobody
I don't want you
I don't want you
I don't want nobody

I could take you overseas
You hear that coupe spinning bloccs
And you know it's me
And you can leave ya wallet home
Cuzz it's all on me
She want CC's
She want double G's
Not her father call me daddy
When she fuccn me
Her phone ringing back to back
While she succn me
Bet I could charge it to the game
But I stay succa free
Its crazy thats yo bitch but
She loving me
Its crazy you cant C
She want succ the D
She fall in love wit me
Thats cool i picc her up
And take her overseas
She said its to sunny
Whats a lil heat
I put my shades on
They said I look lil meech, uh
Ad-rocc mike d boy I been a beast
Man focused on the money
Try an get the breesh
I don't want yo bitch
You could keep the Treesh
Feeling Like a Pittsburgh pirate
I had to keep it P
On the up we putting niggas down
It's a deficit, effortless
Mind over matter telepathic shit
I'm accurate
Control it all the way like a admin
4.0 GPA, this ain't yo average
We doubled up
Really ain't no make up
When she touching up
She became a vacuum cleaner
The way she succd it up
Run it up I ain't gone stop
Until that money come
I ain't gone stop
Until the money come Young Sour

I gotta get my mind right
I'm going overseas
I just check the score
And found out the opps is 0 for 3
Everywhere I go it seem
Like bad bitches notice me
I been having motion
Yeah like poetry
I be on my own nowadays
I don't trust nobody
L use to have love for you
Baby but you so thotty
I don't want you
I don't want you
I don't want nobody
I don't want you
I don't want you
I don't want nobody
Woahhh woahhhhh
Woahhhh woahhhhhh



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Fraser Jr
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