The Comeback
Feelin' just like Jordan back in 98
The whip tint'd so the haters cant see my face
Got Versace on the waist, I got expensive taste
She want love, She been cravin' for attention aye
I want a AP two-tone brace, but for now might just settle for the plain jane
Wont lie this shit get hectic, gotta keep it tame
Stressing bouta bag, they be stressin' bout they case
Ridin' dolo, hella fly, woke up in a wraith
My mans pop up in the cut, smoke you like an eighth
We finna take flight blast off into space
In the name of love, baby wont you give me face
I been really in my bag, nah forreal
Steady movin, steady calculating still
Swear they thought I was gone, but im here
Lost a few friends and its only been a year
Diamonds hitting different when you got it on your own
They gon hate but they always pree you on they phones
Back then you might catch me with some truies on
Air force 1s with the ferragamos on
These days I'm just working tryna move along
Get up out the hell hole we been in too long
Stop arguin' on my phone, you better watch your tone
And I smack that pussy boy if he try do me wrong
We movin militant, cant get caught up with a bitch
Drop a bill on some scents but we smell the stench
Hella tired but the pockets lookin real thick
Hella tired but the pockets lookin real big
Had to take break, had to make a few mistakes
But we back and we active, bitch wheres the plate
Steady grindin' in my zone, never taking breaks
Best believe I'm the one to lead you to the lakes
Fuckin' with a big tymer, buy you all designer
I been all about my fetti, call me parmasena
The whip stolen but foreign pushin hella power
Moving like a secret agent call me austin powers
Yeah I got my fitted with my white tee on
Versaces on my face sippin on some Clicquot
had to isolate myself, fuck all these people
Hide that chain or we come thru with the debo
Like Damn where you get that? Bad bitch slim waist with a fatass
That fat cat got these dawgs coppin onlyfans won't lie that shit a scam and you know that
They know I'm coming with shots like 2K, dropped a bag to my dawg on a Tuesday
I love the action I don't really do the foreplay and I don't really care what they gotta say cuz they all lame
The whip tint'd so the haters cant see my face
Got Versace on the waist, I got expensive taste
She want love, She been cravin' for attention aye
I want a AP two-tone brace, but for now might just settle for the plain jane
Wont lie this shit get hectic, gotta keep it tame
Stressing bouta bag, they be stressin' bout they case
Ridin' dolo, hella fly, woke up in a wraith
My mans pop up in the cut, smoke you like an eighth
We finna take flight blast off into space
In the name of love, baby wont you give me face
I been really in my bag, nah forreal
Steady movin, steady calculating still
Swear they thought I was gone, but im here
Lost a few friends and its only been a year
Diamonds hitting different when you got it on your own
They gon hate but they always pree you on they phones
Back then you might catch me with some truies on
Air force 1s with the ferragamos on
These days I'm just working tryna move along
Get up out the hell hole we been in too long
Stop arguin' on my phone, you better watch your tone
And I smack that pussy boy if he try do me wrong
We movin militant, cant get caught up with a bitch
Drop a bill on some scents but we smell the stench
Hella tired but the pockets lookin real thick
Hella tired but the pockets lookin real big
Had to take break, had to make a few mistakes
But we back and we active, bitch wheres the plate
Steady grindin' in my zone, never taking breaks
Best believe I'm the one to lead you to the lakes
Fuckin' with a big tymer, buy you all designer
I been all about my fetti, call me parmasena
The whip stolen but foreign pushin hella power
Moving like a secret agent call me austin powers
Yeah I got my fitted with my white tee on
Versaces on my face sippin on some Clicquot
had to isolate myself, fuck all these people
Hide that chain or we come thru with the debo
Like Damn where you get that? Bad bitch slim waist with a fatass
That fat cat got these dawgs coppin onlyfans won't lie that shit a scam and you know that
They know I'm coming with shots like 2K, dropped a bag to my dawg on a Tuesday
I love the action I don't really do the foreplay and I don't really care what they gotta say cuz they all lame
Credits
Writer(s): Mihnea Sebu
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