Rendezvous
Yeah yeah
Walk up in the party and my Brodie got the stick
If he got some problems, then he know we finna trip
Shorty all up on me told lil baby take a sip
I think she do gymnastics by the way that she flip
Brand new Gucci glasses you can tell that they authentic
I might pull up with a taxi, but you know that bitch is tinted
Swipe him out his taxes, he ain't know that he had spent it
64 in this scat, bitch you know we finna spin it
She wanna be on this side cause you losing and we winning
Juice he grabbed the tool told that boy we finna fix him
This clip got a banana, so you know we finna split him
And my dogs really vicious told them boys to go an sic 'em
Get him
Mark a nigga off with lead, something like a pencil
He ain't wanna get his check-up not talking dental
I slide in with a vet, and this bitch is not a rental
She trying to give me pussy I want head, yeah the mental
My other bitch she tripping yeah this bitch she on her menstrual
Shouts out to the GXNG, yeah them niggas be my kinfolk
She wanna hang with some goats, cause we his big bro
I just got a chain this bitch huge like the Big Show
I beat him out his brains you could think I was like Kimbo
Smoking on this gas I ain't rolling down my window
And this bitch she bad pop that pussy like a pimple
All you niggas trash swear this rapping shit be simple
And you niggas trash bought a Fendi bag
And my dawg just bought a scat I'm hoping he don't crash
I'm on a jet no lag, my bitch she different bad
Yo niggas tic for tac just for me they get you whacked
Niggas say they that, but act like pussy cat
All I speak is facts I don't even gotta cap
Talking out yo mouth my gang will get you smacked
Niggas stressing over bitches type of shit is that?
I been fuckin on his mistress I ain't even capping
Need to worry bout yo business before we get to spazzing
You ain't got no fuckin pape, then these bitches laughing
Pop a perc feel like a Ape, beating chest and clapping
I heard what happened to yo dawg man that shit is tragic
Heard them niggas got him gone just like he was magic
I ain't talking hoop, all these diamonds blue
Heard she tryna fuck me meet up rendezvous
I faked just to get this money she ain't have a clue
All tight around this bitch y'all be actin loose
Been sipping on this drank I ain't sipping juice
She be asking why I'm rude? Baby this ain't new
Walk up in the party and my Brodie got the stick
If he got some problems, then he know we finna trip
Shorty all up on me told lil baby take a sip
I think she do gymnastics by the way that she flip
Brand new Gucci glasses you can tell that they authentic
I might pull up with a taxi, but you know that bitch is tinted
Swipe him out his taxes, he ain't know that he had spent it
64 in this scat, bitch you know we finna spin it
She wanna be on this side cause you losing and we winning
Juice he grabbed the tool told that boy we finna fix him
This clip got a banana, so you know we finna split him
And my dogs really vicious told them boys to go an sic 'em
Get him
Mark a nigga off with lead, something like a pencil
He ain't wanna get his check-up not talking dental
I slide in with a vet, and this bitch is not a rental
She trying to give me pussy I want head, yeah the mental
My other bitch she tripping yeah this bitch she on her menstrual
Shouts out to the GXNG, yeah them niggas be my kinfolk
She wanna hang with some goats, cause we his big bro
I just got a chain this bitch huge like the Big Show
I beat him out his brains you could think I was like Kimbo
Smoking on this gas I ain't rolling down my window
And this bitch she bad pop that pussy like a pimple
All you niggas trash swear this rapping shit be simple
And you niggas trash bought a Fendi bag
And my dawg just bought a scat I'm hoping he don't crash
I'm on a jet no lag, my bitch she different bad
Yo niggas tic for tac just for me they get you whacked
Niggas say they that, but act like pussy cat
All I speak is facts I don't even gotta cap
Talking out yo mouth my gang will get you smacked
Niggas stressing over bitches type of shit is that?
I been fuckin on his mistress I ain't even capping
Need to worry bout yo business before we get to spazzing
You ain't got no fuckin pape, then these bitches laughing
Pop a perc feel like a Ape, beating chest and clapping
I heard what happened to yo dawg man that shit is tragic
Heard them niggas got him gone just like he was magic
I ain't talking hoop, all these diamonds blue
Heard she tryna fuck me meet up rendezvous
I faked just to get this money she ain't have a clue
All tight around this bitch y'all be actin loose
Been sipping on this drank I ain't sipping juice
She be asking why I'm rude? Baby this ain't new
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Writer(s): Justin Moore
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