Yea/Get.Enough*

(Am I supposed to see like lines up there?)
(Oh I see right...)
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
(Poppin my shit when I...)
Yea
(Poppin my shit when I...)
Yea, yea, yea

Poppin my shit when I wanna, I can turn up when I wanna, (yea)
That nigga think he a boss, he get the pack he a runner, (yea)
My nigga keepin' the blick, ain't takin' flicks but he gunner, (yea)
I'm tryna join YSL, shoutout to Thugger
Shoutout to gang, shoutout the no, shoutout my brothers
Cookin' it up, dont need a pan, slidin' like butter
She wanna fuck, she wanna hug, ion even love her
Ion do handouts, look at my fit, it's undiscovered
Still outside on the same old shit ion pay no mind
And she might be a dime but she still can't get no dime
And she might be fine but I still ain't pay no fine
Yea, yea, yea
(Bitch you out your mind?)
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea told you I'd be fine
Why you call my phone don't hit my line
Yea we takin' payday trips, cashout shit, I might go pimp my ride
I put a basic bitch, on fashion shit, so she could match my vibe

Yea, I be out my mind no discussion let my tooly talk
Long ass mags up in the clip jus' peep the way the tooly walk
All white denim for the fit jus' hittem with the truey chalk
Gas it came from Hollywood we burnin' up the movie block
I'm jus' done with love now, I'm stuck in my money way I'll do it till I'm dead
(Finna do it till I'm dead)
Guess I'm out of luck now, got some dreams to chase all day they been up in my head
Got the dreams of state to state, touring with my team
Jus' because you got my name up in your phone don't mean you know nothing bout' me
Yes I go by leaf I keep the green and that bitch for the beam
Yes we bleed the scene we leave a stain if you want the steam
Walk up in the spot, blick em' down
Walk up in the spot, hunnid hunnid hunnid hunnid rounds
Walk up in the spot, hunnid hunnid hunnids on some loud
Want me in the spot hunnid hunnid hunnids my amount

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea

Too much on my plate
You so in my face
I've been MIA
I can't get my...

I can't get enough now
I can't get enough now
I hate when you come round
I'm not tryna come down
I can't get enough now
I can't get enough now
I hate when you come round
I'm not tryna come down
I can't get enough now

Ain't getting enough
Ain't getting enough
Ain't getting enough



Credits
Writer(s): John Mcgee, Malachiae Warren, Lasse Qvist
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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