K.O.D
She see me go out to get it then she gon' blow a kiss
Kiss of death
Distressed with tecs
Impressed with checks
You too invested
She can see it in my fuckin' face I'm tryna stretch her
She be disrespectful
She don't give no fuck, she pressure
She think she the devil
In my life done dealt with several
If I boss her up I still can't bring her up no levels
If I introduce you to the gang then they gon test you
Be careful
I can't let you know I think you special
For every situation I finessed deserve a medal
I cant middleman no situations on my schedule
Way they emphasize it you would really think they mean it
Ima stand on it
Seeing is believing
Niggas dreaming
We supplying free game
Niggas fiending
Niggas need it
And per usual
These niggas think this shit some sort of secret
Traits of an insomniac
Been up as hell all week
I remember sitting in that pontiac
And I would think
About how I would see some M's & now they well
Within my reach
& Every bop done turned into a succubus that's tryna eat
I can't act too friendly when they see me they be geeked
I apologize I cant act like we cool so we can't link
Just in case you in yo feelings bout whatever shit you think
Think
Think about it for you end up in the shrink
Think
Think
Think about it for you speak
Speak
Speak
Speak about it niggas weak
Yeah
Kiss of death
Distressed with tecs
Impressed with checks
You too invested
She can see it in my fuckin' face I'm tryna stretch her
She be disrespectful
She don't give no fuck, she pressure
She think she the devil
In my life done dealt with several
If I boss her up I still can't bring her up no levels
If I introduce you to the gang then they gon test you
Be careful
I can't let you know I think you special
For every situation I finessed deserve a medal
I cant middleman no situations on my schedule
Way they emphasize it you would really think they mean it
Ima stand on it
Seeing is believing
Niggas dreaming
We supplying free game
Niggas fiending
Niggas need it
And per usual
These niggas think this shit some sort of secret
Traits of an insomniac
Been up as hell all week
I remember sitting in that pontiac
And I would think
About how I would see some M's & now they well
Within my reach
& Every bop done turned into a succubus that's tryna eat
I can't act too friendly when they see me they be geeked
I apologize I cant act like we cool so we can't link
Just in case you in yo feelings bout whatever shit you think
Think
Think about it for you end up in the shrink
Think
Think
Think about it for you speak
Speak
Speak
Speak about it niggas weak
Yeah
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Writer(s): Roderick Sawyer, Nathaniel Vidal Haymes, Jalen Miller
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