Watch Yo Tone
Yeah
Uh huh
Aye
Uh huh
Aye
Yeah
I'm exactly where I'm posed' to be
I fell out with niggas that I thought was close to me
If you my dog then I'm gone make sure that you always eat
And I done whooped all of my demons I'm the voice of reason
Ain't been to church in a minute but I still got Jesus pieces
Shawty' this an all-star team we don't play no defense
Type Shit
Heard them niggas out there starving but my boys been eating
Niggas still running plays it's a new season
Niggas still running routes it ain't no competition
I been focused on that bag, I been on a mission
I been manifesting life all this shit been written
But I still be killing shit
Hopping on my villain shit
Hold up Milli grab the fire
Niggas playing with their life
They don't know that they can die
I don't beef with nobody
It's just eye for an eye
Seen a-lot of crazy shit
That's why I'm hanging round the sliders
I feel like a motion picture bitch catch me on a flier
Pretty dark skin baby shawty' strait up out Wakanda
Know I like a pretty bitch that don't cause a lot of drama
Put in blood sweat and tears
Should be cocky but I'm humble
Say it with yo chest
Pussy nigga all you do is mumble
P. I. M. P
Positive individual making progress
Fuck all the nonsense
Milli
Give a bitch nigga the blues baby call me muddy waters
Bitch I got it from the dirt yeah I'm talking muddy waters
Hey lil' mama run it back like my name Clinton Portis
Paper all around the room, I'm a mother fucking hoarder
Thick bitch like Toni Braxton blow her back out
Move out the way nigga I'm a cash cow
Touch my top make your daddy get that black tie
Put a star on his head like he Prescott
Fucking on his lil' bitch got him pressed now
Fuck that lil' bitch I'm tryna' make the check pop
Smoking doobies til' my mother fucking head pop
Woah woah slow down yeah the head fire
All these pussy niggas biting like an ant pile
Nigga you ain't got no heart boy you fragile
Watch yo tone, mind your mother fucking manners now
Watch yo tone, boy these mother fucking players round
Bitch
Watch yo mother fucking fuck nigga
Ain't nothin but real players in this bitch
Real wholesome ass niggas you know what I'm saying
Black men don't cheat none of that bullshit
Yessir
Uh huh
Aye
Uh huh
Aye
Yeah
I'm exactly where I'm posed' to be
I fell out with niggas that I thought was close to me
If you my dog then I'm gone make sure that you always eat
And I done whooped all of my demons I'm the voice of reason
Ain't been to church in a minute but I still got Jesus pieces
Shawty' this an all-star team we don't play no defense
Type Shit
Heard them niggas out there starving but my boys been eating
Niggas still running plays it's a new season
Niggas still running routes it ain't no competition
I been focused on that bag, I been on a mission
I been manifesting life all this shit been written
But I still be killing shit
Hopping on my villain shit
Hold up Milli grab the fire
Niggas playing with their life
They don't know that they can die
I don't beef with nobody
It's just eye for an eye
Seen a-lot of crazy shit
That's why I'm hanging round the sliders
I feel like a motion picture bitch catch me on a flier
Pretty dark skin baby shawty' strait up out Wakanda
Know I like a pretty bitch that don't cause a lot of drama
Put in blood sweat and tears
Should be cocky but I'm humble
Say it with yo chest
Pussy nigga all you do is mumble
P. I. M. P
Positive individual making progress
Fuck all the nonsense
Milli
Give a bitch nigga the blues baby call me muddy waters
Bitch I got it from the dirt yeah I'm talking muddy waters
Hey lil' mama run it back like my name Clinton Portis
Paper all around the room, I'm a mother fucking hoarder
Thick bitch like Toni Braxton blow her back out
Move out the way nigga I'm a cash cow
Touch my top make your daddy get that black tie
Put a star on his head like he Prescott
Fucking on his lil' bitch got him pressed now
Fuck that lil' bitch I'm tryna' make the check pop
Smoking doobies til' my mother fucking head pop
Woah woah slow down yeah the head fire
All these pussy niggas biting like an ant pile
Nigga you ain't got no heart boy you fragile
Watch yo tone, mind your mother fucking manners now
Watch yo tone, boy these mother fucking players round
Bitch
Watch yo mother fucking fuck nigga
Ain't nothin but real players in this bitch
Real wholesome ass niggas you know what I'm saying
Black men don't cheat none of that bullshit
Yessir
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Omari Keith, Xavier Hunt
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