There He Go

Yeah
If they want smoke
Give em the zaza
Block be hot got it bussing like grabba
Couple of racks for these jeans that ain't nada
I get the bag I'm addicted to commas
Like woahhh woahhh woahhh woahhh
I get the bag
Then I go stupid
She gonna eat me up like my name Ruth Chris
Take her to the spot
You know the conclusion
If we spot a opp
Then we get to booming
Like woahhh woahhh woahhh woahhh
Oh yeah there he go

That nigga Wahi bugging
All of your life you tried to be me that won't amount to nothing
Eat up the track Nili on the beat he got the 808 bumping bumping
One road and we all up to something
Go get that money go stack up some hunnits
Covered in money green feel like a Martian
I'm high off trees I be feeling like Tarzan
I cannot beef with you you not important
We was some broke niggas now we turned bosses
No more reggae now they think that I lost it
They want me to go but no I won't
Switch the flow but I stayed ten toes
The way they respect me I feel like a pope
Play with my bread we leaving you toast

If they want smoke
Give em the zaza
Block be hot got it bussing like grabba
Couple of racks for these jeans that ain't nada
I get the bag I'm addicted to commas
Like woahhh woahhh woahhh woahhh
I get the bag
Then I go stupid
She gonna eat me up like my name Ruth Chris
Take her to the spot
You know the conclusion
If we spot a opp
Then we get to booming
Like woahhh woahhh woahhh woahhh
Oh yeah there he go

What is the difference?
Between me and niggas I stayed up all night cooking in the kitchen
Like what's wrong with niggas they say that they want it but they never in shit
I put blood sweat and tears
Negative energy I don't get near
Say what I say give a fuck how you feel
I'm in the field with it I'm not trynna chill with it
If you gon give it up baby I'm willing
Not pull out on you
But at the same time I do not want children
If you fall in love then I'm dipping dipping
Baby I'm heartless forgive
Give me that pussy wet when I'm dripping in it
Drip on my body got me feeling different
Fucking on twins and I don't know the difference
If they boyfriend want beef I spin like a fidget
Leave him under trees like presents for Christmas
I make the call I get em gone
Roll up the za
Of the nigga we smoked
Wahi that nigga he outta control

If they want smoke
Give em the zaza
Block be hot got it bussing like grabba
Couple of racks for these jeans that ain't nada
I get the bag I'm addicted to commas
Like woahhh woahhh woahhh woahhh
I get the bag
Then I go stupid
She gonna eat me up like my name Ruth Chris
Take her to the spot
You know the conclusion
If we spot a opp
Then we get to booming
Like woahhh woahhh woahhh woahhh

Wahi bugging like that