Substance

Not a day go by that Ion really think about shit
Uh,
Uh
Uh
Real life
Ay

Ay he was just giving em substance yea
Get his shirt drenched, yea
Know I love it but I really hate I love this shit, yea
And we don't talk bout niggas
We talk about other shit
Baby this shit is real as it gets
In the field, send a blitz
Taking my drill ona hit
Bach, bach
Back to door I kick
I get the head, she go that's it
That's my baby she chose my fit
The bar so low like when you sit
Dropped my nuts i was holding my dick
Ain't going back and forth
Nigga ion want no bitch that's yours
Unless she was already Fours

Of course
Niggas say I did something to em
I ain't even do it
Sposed to be boys
He was hating from the beginning ain't even knew it
(UOENO it)
How you say, I'm paranoid
My life, had to battle for it
Now I'm back cleaning off my sword
Yea yea
I knew I was gone be real
Jumped off the porch no DGB
Nigga I'm sick need the CDC
It was Kai and Vee, C4, C3
Baby calling, wanna meet me
I keep stalling, I'm ina street
Pop me a percocet twenty we geeked
Baby you come get money with me
It's a whole world you can see
Bitch ima OG but not Three
It's a jet pack not a jet ski
Mr. Big Back ion eat beef
Spit crack every last beat
Six pack by the twenty two three
Shoot with the tongue out like two three
Say she love me I say "Who Me"

Ay he was just giving em substance yea
Get his shirt drenched, yea
Know I love it but I really hate I love this shit, yea
And we don't talk bout niggas
We talk about other shit
Baby this shit is real as it gets
In the field, send a blitz
Taking my drill ona hit
Bach, bach
Back to door I kick
I get the head, she go that's it
That's my baby she chose my fit
The bar so low like when you sit
Dropped my nuts i was holding my dick
Ain't going back and forth
Nigga ion want no bitch that's yours
Unless she was already Fours



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Writer(s): Justin Trayle Bell
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