Topic (feat. Test)
Just fell in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi she bringin' a party
So be on your top with her
Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money
You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience
I got a nigga that be there in Harlem and I got a rapper lil' boo from the Bronx
And them niggas be walkin' straight past each other and don't even know that they really be bonding
We cannot share the same goal if we can't share a wallet
You bitches gon' do what you told
I'm doin' whatever to them for the paper to win
And these bitches be pussy like Doja
Send for that kitty like come a lil closer
Said it before and I thought that I told you
Not for the frontal that cappin' is bogus
Beefing forever, I never get closure
Bitches gon' tell you whatever to make you feel better
I'm one of the worst when I speak
It's really up with whoever, I'm never indebted
Y'all later then overdue fees
Let's really see who be steppin', I'm on a new level
They trippin' like laces on feet
Tellin' em codes with the name, he can only tell gang shit, it only be Ka'doe to me
Just fell in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi
She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her
Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money
You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience
Just fell in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi
She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her
Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money
You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience
Reason or not, I'ma still stunt
Tell em to put all they bands on the forefront
When I came and I left, he was still nuttin'
He was in me and still hard to feel somethin'
Damn near zero to me, that's a failed subject
Not my speed or degree, it's a cold summer
Gotta wait for dessert, I'm a slow cummer
Gotta keep me in heat keep the stove running
They don't stand up for you, do gymnastics for me
And it really don't take too much askin' on G
I was playin' the back, now they back up on D
Cause I'm crackin' like pop in a pot in the grease
They was short on the change, so I'm out of they reach
So come ride on this wave, it take more than a feet
I ain't thinkin' bout' age, I'm thinkin' bout' cheese
Nigga finna probably die in a week
Just in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi
She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her
Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money
You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience
Just in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi
She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her
Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money
You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience
Call me Test, but nigga, bet not test shit
We sendin' them shots, I ain't sendin' no messages
Nigga, she can get real, but shit can get hectic
I'm callin' these plays, feelin' like 'Ron Leftwich
Chasin' that shit, man, that shit be pathetic
You want some smoke in the air, nigga, come and get cancer
I'm poppin' that bitch like I opened a fanta
I'm droppin' that dick and I really do damage
Just in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi
She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her
Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money
You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience
So be on your top with her
Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money
You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience
I got a nigga that be there in Harlem and I got a rapper lil' boo from the Bronx
And them niggas be walkin' straight past each other and don't even know that they really be bonding
We cannot share the same goal if we can't share a wallet
You bitches gon' do what you told
I'm doin' whatever to them for the paper to win
And these bitches be pussy like Doja
Send for that kitty like come a lil closer
Said it before and I thought that I told you
Not for the frontal that cappin' is bogus
Beefing forever, I never get closure
Bitches gon' tell you whatever to make you feel better
I'm one of the worst when I speak
It's really up with whoever, I'm never indebted
Y'all later then overdue fees
Let's really see who be steppin', I'm on a new level
They trippin' like laces on feet
Tellin' em codes with the name, he can only tell gang shit, it only be Ka'doe to me
Just fell in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi
She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her
Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money
You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience
Just fell in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi
She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her
Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money
You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience
Reason or not, I'ma still stunt
Tell em to put all they bands on the forefront
When I came and I left, he was still nuttin'
He was in me and still hard to feel somethin'
Damn near zero to me, that's a failed subject
Not my speed or degree, it's a cold summer
Gotta wait for dessert, I'm a slow cummer
Gotta keep me in heat keep the stove running
They don't stand up for you, do gymnastics for me
And it really don't take too much askin' on G
I was playin' the back, now they back up on D
Cause I'm crackin' like pop in a pot in the grease
They was short on the change, so I'm out of they reach
So come ride on this wave, it take more than a feet
I ain't thinkin' bout' age, I'm thinkin' bout' cheese
Nigga finna probably die in a week
Just in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi
She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her
Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money
You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience
Just in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi
She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her
Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money
You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience
Call me Test, but nigga, bet not test shit
We sendin' them shots, I ain't sendin' no messages
Nigga, she can get real, but shit can get hectic
I'm callin' these plays, feelin' like 'Ron Leftwich
Chasin' that shit, man, that shit be pathetic
You want some smoke in the air, nigga, come and get cancer
I'm poppin' that bitch like I opened a fanta
I'm droppin' that dick and I really do damage
Just in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi
She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her
Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money
You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience
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Writer(s): Kimayah Faye
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