Not Gon Lie
You investing in tha bitch, to me she just a cash cow
Moscow, throw that mask on, I ain't rushing
Get to blushing, his face turned red when we rushed in
Blitz em, now that's end of discussion
We do not speak on old skits that is dumb shit
Run up, now you're done bitch
I do not speak to old hoes I just dump shit
But I cant lie she was a fun bitch
And I cant lie she liked to run quick
Ten minutes in and I'm too deep, you really done bitch?
What bitch? I don't know yo ass you just a slut bitch
Thats just what I say if I don't nut bitch
I just got this whip yesterday, like where the tucks at
I just flew her in from Milwaukee, where the bucks at
I just whipped it out in her face, can you suck that
Got my lil patna riding wit me, he gon bust back
If we bust first we do not miss
Baby let's take trips, let's not kiss
No diss, boy I'd rather slide while you making music
Four fifth, to me it's a lovely acoustic
Pulled over with the pistol in my pocket, I ain't even have my wallet Imma pop it, pussy niggas outta pocket
Like some loose change
No cap, i'll slide through in this moose saying
Bruce Wayne, if bro in black then he robin
Birds love the way bell hustle they be flocking
Clocking, zemi hit me back now we boxing
Rocking, rolling up this weed it got me talking
But aint nobody here
These voices in my head, is it granny or should they disappear?
Either way it go, momma know I ain't thinking clear
Stuck in these lights, won't freeze up, I am not a deer
Moscow, throw that mask on, I ain't rushing
Get to blushing, his face turned red when we rushed in
Blitz em, now that's end of discussion
We do not speak on old skits that is dumb shit
Run up, now you're done bitch
I do not speak to old hoes I just dump shit
But I cant lie she was a fun bitch
And I cant lie she liked to run quick
Ten minutes in and I'm too deep, you really done bitch?
What bitch? I don't know yo ass you just a slut bitch
Thats just what I say if I don't nut bitch
I just got this whip yesterday, like where the tucks at
I just flew her in from Milwaukee, where the bucks at
I just whipped it out in her face, can you suck that
Got my lil patna riding wit me, he gon bust back
If we bust first we do not miss
Baby let's take trips, let's not kiss
No diss, boy I'd rather slide while you making music
Four fifth, to me it's a lovely acoustic
Pulled over with the pistol in my pocket, I ain't even have my wallet Imma pop it, pussy niggas outta pocket
Like some loose change
No cap, i'll slide through in this moose saying
Bruce Wayne, if bro in black then he robin
Birds love the way bell hustle they be flocking
Clocking, zemi hit me back now we boxing
Rocking, rolling up this weed it got me talking
But aint nobody here
These voices in my head, is it granny or should they disappear?
Either way it go, momma know I ain't thinking clear
Stuck in these lights, won't freeze up, I am not a deer
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Writer(s): Lawrence Bellow
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