Stop Looking, I Can't Hear You
They stopped looking
I can't even hear the hoe
This bitch keep fucking blowing up my phone
Do not disturb me
I am in my zone
This stick dirty
A couple bodies on it
But don't worry
They ain't finding homie
They stopped looking
I can't even hear em though
They stopped looking
I can't even hear em though
I'm tryna see what that pretty pussy be hitting for
Since a young-an was hanging with dope boys
Whether if I knew it or not
I made my bed so I lay in my sheets it's turquoise
Just make sure if you wanna beef it's sirloin
Got your bitch legs up in the air like peace signs
She know it's good enough to cause a cramp in shordy groin
When i'm in it no turning back unless I grab her from behind
Seven deep in this rental you know that this vibe is divine
It's all love
Though i'm the only nigga with a cosign
Flawless delivery
Uh
You got to pay a fee to hear the punch line
I be preaching you can watch me turn that water to wine
My words like the blades of wind turbines
Constantly in rotation over your head
If a nigga caught it then blood was shed
Money talks it ain't nothing to have you put up your bread
Like the reaper bitch I came to collect
Wrap the rubber when she giving me sex
Unwrap this package when i'm receiving the head
God Tier Nigga
They stopped looking
I can't even hear the hoe
This bitch keep fucking blowing up my phone
Do not disturb me
I am in my zone
This stick dirty
A couple bodies on it
But don't worry
They ain't finding homie
They stopped looking
I can't even hear em though
They stopped looking
I can't even hear em though
I'm tryna see what that pretty pussy be hitting for
Y'all niggas food and I ain't eat yet
Creeping in all black
This ski mask making me sweat
I take it off you might see death
I'm in the lab with the engineer looking like he cook meth
I'm finna roll again
Like my name Seth
Weed breath
It's a lifestyle
I just know that we next
I been working
See the way I flex
Audemar on the wrist
I get the cash in baguettes
Thick bread
My bitch slim with a big head
Intelligent and give me good head
Cool cumming in that pussy like a bobsled
For the weather I got Moncler
Keep a nigga warm in the storm we ain't stop yet
I'm knee deep in my own wave
Pay the fee if you want features I want bread
Keep the heater man I can't sleep
My life like a movie Regal
We pop corny niggas like they scattered in the theaters
Young nigga earned all his stripes like Adidas
What these niggas forgot
They walking around with amnesia
Well my name is Jamal my nigga it's nice to meet you
I'm the nigga that you hearing bumping all in your speaker
Dick in your mama I got her cumming she having seizures
I like my bread artisan
Stay wherever i'm needed
Never worry about leasing
Fuck my bitch in the morning afternoon and the evening
Whipping foreign we cruising like we some coroners
Carrying dead bodies
They couldn't afford the fee
We living like foreigners
But watch as we run these streets
Ain't no telling who gonna blow next
But I guarantee that it's me
They stopped looking
I can't even hear the hoe
This bitch keep fucking blowing up my phone
Do not disturb me
I am in my zone
This stick dirty
A couple bodies on it
But don't worry
They ain't finding homie
They stopped looking
I can't even hear em though
They stopped looking
I can't even hear em though
I'm tryna see what that pretty pussy be hitting for
I can't even hear the hoe
This bitch keep fucking blowing up my phone
Do not disturb me
I am in my zone
This stick dirty
A couple bodies on it
But don't worry
They ain't finding homie
They stopped looking
I can't even hear em though
They stopped looking
I can't even hear em though
I'm tryna see what that pretty pussy be hitting for
Since a young-an was hanging with dope boys
Whether if I knew it or not
I made my bed so I lay in my sheets it's turquoise
Just make sure if you wanna beef it's sirloin
Got your bitch legs up in the air like peace signs
She know it's good enough to cause a cramp in shordy groin
When i'm in it no turning back unless I grab her from behind
Seven deep in this rental you know that this vibe is divine
It's all love
Though i'm the only nigga with a cosign
Flawless delivery
Uh
You got to pay a fee to hear the punch line
I be preaching you can watch me turn that water to wine
My words like the blades of wind turbines
Constantly in rotation over your head
If a nigga caught it then blood was shed
Money talks it ain't nothing to have you put up your bread
Like the reaper bitch I came to collect
Wrap the rubber when she giving me sex
Unwrap this package when i'm receiving the head
God Tier Nigga
They stopped looking
I can't even hear the hoe
This bitch keep fucking blowing up my phone
Do not disturb me
I am in my zone
This stick dirty
A couple bodies on it
But don't worry
They ain't finding homie
They stopped looking
I can't even hear em though
They stopped looking
I can't even hear em though
I'm tryna see what that pretty pussy be hitting for
Y'all niggas food and I ain't eat yet
Creeping in all black
This ski mask making me sweat
I take it off you might see death
I'm in the lab with the engineer looking like he cook meth
I'm finna roll again
Like my name Seth
Weed breath
It's a lifestyle
I just know that we next
I been working
See the way I flex
Audemar on the wrist
I get the cash in baguettes
Thick bread
My bitch slim with a big head
Intelligent and give me good head
Cool cumming in that pussy like a bobsled
For the weather I got Moncler
Keep a nigga warm in the storm we ain't stop yet
I'm knee deep in my own wave
Pay the fee if you want features I want bread
Keep the heater man I can't sleep
My life like a movie Regal
We pop corny niggas like they scattered in the theaters
Young nigga earned all his stripes like Adidas
What these niggas forgot
They walking around with amnesia
Well my name is Jamal my nigga it's nice to meet you
I'm the nigga that you hearing bumping all in your speaker
Dick in your mama I got her cumming she having seizures
I like my bread artisan
Stay wherever i'm needed
Never worry about leasing
Fuck my bitch in the morning afternoon and the evening
Whipping foreign we cruising like we some coroners
Carrying dead bodies
They couldn't afford the fee
We living like foreigners
But watch as we run these streets
Ain't no telling who gonna blow next
But I guarantee that it's me
They stopped looking
I can't even hear the hoe
This bitch keep fucking blowing up my phone
Do not disturb me
I am in my zone
This stick dirty
A couple bodies on it
But don't worry
They ain't finding homie
They stopped looking
I can't even hear em though
They stopped looking
I can't even hear em though
I'm tryna see what that pretty pussy be hitting for
Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Jaffa
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