Just Jokin
Bitch if I wasn't smoking weed I'd prolly be up a Tesla
Five O left to spare but I ain't fucking with detectives
Niggas teamed up I think he need somebody to protect em
Fuck a bullet proof vest give me something that's gon deflect them
Fuck a gun with all the extras find something that's gon suppress it
Told the lil bitch I love her and she really thinking I meant it
Said I want this shit for life and the lie detector detected
I was straight up telling lies and this bitch still ain't get the message
See this nigga to my right
He is more than just a passenger
He jump straight up out the window when the tint drop on the challenger
Do his shit fasho and he get ghost just like the manager
My bitch ain't trying to go
So nigga why the fuck you asking her
Colder than these niggas
And i know it I'm the boldest
Niggas talking shit in captions but they actions never show it
Ask me where they homie at he in the blunts that I be rolling
Nigga tried to run up on me he ain't knowing i was toting
Blew his face off nick cage just joking
I don't play about my faces I'll split a face open
Left him with closed casket and his case still open
Put his ass up on probation he still walking with it poking
This nigga lied in his songs he don't know the truth
How you the fuck soft on the street
But you hard in the booth
Say you blowered up but you duck every time they shoot
Never bust back only thing niggas blowing is soup
I got bitches double texting
I don't never answer
Told her fuck a message ima hit it and won't sweat her after
Beat it from the rear but i don't kiss i ain't about to romance her
On her tippy toes throwing it back
I think this bitch a dancer
Nigga I don't know her name
Go ask the bitch
Before you slid her way
I already done bagged the bitch
Bitch hit my blunt 6 times almost slapped the bitch
This ain't no club song
He get whacked to this
Wake up thinking money
Bitch I'm all about the hustle
Smoke a blunt get in the booth
And all you niggas in trouble
Smoke another blunt
And hit the cup my vision double
Looked over seen a bitch
I'm trying to fuck can't be no couple
That be straight up how I say it
I can't beat around the bush
Mission failed upon attempt
Nigga think he taking something
Shooters move when I tell him
That's cus I pay em enough
He on point with the lead like a nigga was tracing something
Five O left to spare but I ain't fucking with detectives
Niggas teamed up I think he need somebody to protect em
Fuck a bullet proof vest give me something that's gon deflect them
Fuck a gun with all the extras find something that's gon suppress it
Told the lil bitch I love her and she really thinking I meant it
Said I want this shit for life and the lie detector detected
I was straight up telling lies and this bitch still ain't get the message
See this nigga to my right
He is more than just a passenger
He jump straight up out the window when the tint drop on the challenger
Do his shit fasho and he get ghost just like the manager
My bitch ain't trying to go
So nigga why the fuck you asking her
Colder than these niggas
And i know it I'm the boldest
Niggas talking shit in captions but they actions never show it
Ask me where they homie at he in the blunts that I be rolling
Nigga tried to run up on me he ain't knowing i was toting
Blew his face off nick cage just joking
I don't play about my faces I'll split a face open
Left him with closed casket and his case still open
Put his ass up on probation he still walking with it poking
This nigga lied in his songs he don't know the truth
How you the fuck soft on the street
But you hard in the booth
Say you blowered up but you duck every time they shoot
Never bust back only thing niggas blowing is soup
I got bitches double texting
I don't never answer
Told her fuck a message ima hit it and won't sweat her after
Beat it from the rear but i don't kiss i ain't about to romance her
On her tippy toes throwing it back
I think this bitch a dancer
Nigga I don't know her name
Go ask the bitch
Before you slid her way
I already done bagged the bitch
Bitch hit my blunt 6 times almost slapped the bitch
This ain't no club song
He get whacked to this
Wake up thinking money
Bitch I'm all about the hustle
Smoke a blunt get in the booth
And all you niggas in trouble
Smoke another blunt
And hit the cup my vision double
Looked over seen a bitch
I'm trying to fuck can't be no couple
That be straight up how I say it
I can't beat around the bush
Mission failed upon attempt
Nigga think he taking something
Shooters move when I tell him
That's cus I pay em enough
He on point with the lead like a nigga was tracing something
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Writer(s): Korey Hammond
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