France (feat. Yng Dee)
She only hit me when I'm dying
I need somebody
Need some guidance
Just drank a forty now I'm sliding
Purple in her cup
I told that girl let me try it
Trying not to sin sin
Imma win
I just spent like ten tens
Let me in
And she dropped like 6 damn bands on her lips
Booted she needs grams
Don't do xans
Iced up for the gram
He ain't him
Jealous he like green uhm bitch
Eggs and ham
Pull up real quick John Wick
I'm stuck in that girls head
I'm embedded
Uh
France new pants no telling
Got plenty new flows
I might drown in it
This one might get me a buzz
Karmas a bitch
I couldn't trust
Pardon me if I'm not saying enough
If you want a feature you paying up front
Breakin the speakers
He lean on the beat
And I stomp on it
Or I could walk on it like its a cloud
I don't have to flex on any exes
Cus my numbers do that now
Check out my numbers
I'm puttin them under
It ain't no comparison
Takin the belt
They just get lucky they saved by the bell
Killing my haters I send them to hell
My flow impeccable slicker than Gel
Hand out L's like I'm giving mail
Presidential whip I feel like the mayor
Expensive cologne she can tell by the smell
Hold up
We finna go up
No competition they won't even show up
Stick on my side better act like you know us
Lighting the fuse I'm waiting to blow up
I feel like it's me versus me
I'm too bougie I don't wanna speak
You could never get high as me
You could never be fly as me
I need somebody
Need some guidance
Just drank a forty now I'm sliding
Purple in her cup
I told that girl let me try it
Trying not to sin sin
Imma win
I just spent like ten tens
Let me in
And she dropped like 6 damn bands on her lips
Booted she needs grams
Don't do xans
Iced up for the gram
He ain't him
Jealous he like green uhm bitch
Eggs and ham
Pull up real quick John Wick
I'm stuck in that girls head
I'm embedded
Uh
France new pants no telling
Got plenty new flows
I might drown in it
This one might get me a buzz
Karmas a bitch
I couldn't trust
Pardon me if I'm not saying enough
If you want a feature you paying up front
Breakin the speakers
He lean on the beat
And I stomp on it
Or I could walk on it like its a cloud
I don't have to flex on any exes
Cus my numbers do that now
Check out my numbers
I'm puttin them under
It ain't no comparison
Takin the belt
They just get lucky they saved by the bell
Killing my haters I send them to hell
My flow impeccable slicker than Gel
Hand out L's like I'm giving mail
Presidential whip I feel like the mayor
Expensive cologne she can tell by the smell
Hold up
We finna go up
No competition they won't even show up
Stick on my side better act like you know us
Lighting the fuse I'm waiting to blow up
I feel like it's me versus me
I'm too bougie I don't wanna speak
You could never get high as me
You could never be fly as me
Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Robinett
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