Not A Lot

Lately i been stepping in this party bitch i'm the man
And she was sipping heavy the bacardi but she got a man
We fucking on the ottoman
We puff that marijuana man
Tell me i got a green thumb
They call me the young ganja man
I'm vibing in this shit
Having good time up in this bitch
Just make shit rhyme and then i click
Yeah she a dime but she not shit
Yeah she worthless
Oh i got a perfect bitch
We be on them herbs and spices
Ya'll be on that perky shit
The things up on my fit is timeless
Pull up in them burkes and shit
I'm flexing know it hurt lil bitch
I kick you to the curb lil bitch
Nah, nah

What do we have to say?
Not a lot, not a lot
I'll take your sad away
With the crop, with the crop
We do it that way
And we don't stop, we don't stop now

No we don't stop now
Know we at the top now
Wait for me to drop
I promise you i never drop out
If we interlocked
Forever we gone be in lock down
They be flexing on me
Big like i'm in Texas homie
Get the message from me
We know that you fake bologna
Run it up, run it up
Get gas we cut it up, cut it up
Shut up just shut it up, shut it up
Girl i don't give a fuck, give a fuck
In the sea of green
And i'm on the winning team
Looking at computer screen
Tryna make it in the music scene
But shit, now i just give this shit no effort
Maybe they'll think my bars are clever
A magic switch i'll pull the lever
Girl get off we is not together
She asked me when i told her never
And i just wrote that girl a letter
Told her go find her someone better
No girl no i don't want my sweater
I told you last time
Just set that shit on fire
I got my heart on ice
Girl we built off all lies

What do we have to say?
Not a lot, not a lot
I'll take your sad away
With the crop, with the crop
We do it that way
And we don't stop, we don't stop now

Run down i bring the top down
You smoke on quiet, smoke on loud
You not my type just walk on out
Walk it up girl
It's wok up in my cup girl
It's sip or take your love girl
And i'm choosing the cup girl
Playing all these games and you expect to come back
Hanging with the lames girl i don't want to touch that
25 i copped a touchback
I put it in my lunch bag
Asked can i tap it once Zac?
I said, oh i'd love that
You got liquor i said fuck that
She got thicker now i want that
My pride won't let me call back
But girl i want it all back
And i know that your ex was games you needed a fall back
But you don't need to hang with lames babygirl you all that
And i don't ever need to change i know where my dogs at
Imma pull up in a weird ass fit, i'll pull up in a frog hat



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Petrusky
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