Trynna Leave
Yeah
Yeah uh
ahahah
Talk to me, yeah talk to me nice
Yeah talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Yeah talk to me nice
Wanna leave, baby, walk out the door Sayin' some shit I don't really mean
But you know that I want you more
I'm in the trap, going crazy,
you know I'm too wavy I'm drippin' in Christian Dior
And I'm shinin', everything comin' in perfect timing
Under pressure, don't fold it make diamonds
From the mud you here choppas and sirens
Picture my lifestyle, really goin' up And I got the whole gang really eatin
Brody not lacking, he keepin' his pole tucked PTSD got his finger itchin
I was just thinkin' bout you in the rover Late nights in my thoughts reminiscin
remember laid up and we kissin
Wanna pull up fuck like I miss it
I got scars, you can see that I'm bleedin
If you down, that's forever, no leavin
Can't trust nobody, I think that they schemin'
In the streets its so cold, leave you freezin'
Ain't believe, now I got them believing
Pass me the ball and you know that I'm scorin on em
I could really showout, but I keep it humble
Trappin', rappin', finessin' a triple double
pull up, baby, kick me a Tander or a Chevy
I was jugging I'm right in a renty
I was dripped Louis V in the back of the back
Countin blues, countin plenty
These niggas hatin' on me, I got bitches galore and they waitin' on me
But I'm on a mission, I'm playin' for keeps, playin' for keeps
(na na na)
These bitches ain't too real, man, they ain't like her, I'm turnt off
Trappin' in Margiela, I was ridin' with Packs, I was getting it off
She know I'm a go-getter, she know I'm a finesser, I drip when I walk
With you, I feel so better, I got you on my mind, and I can't get you off
These bitches ain't talk real, man, they ain't like I, I'm turnt off
Trappin' in Margiela, I was ridin' with Packs, I was getting it off
She know I'm a go-getter, she know I'm a finesser, I drip when I walk
She do it with no effort, I got her on my mind, and I can't get her off
(Ouuu)
Yeah uh
ahahah
Talk to me, yeah talk to me nice
Yeah talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Yeah talk to me nice
Wanna leave, baby, walk out the door Sayin' some shit I don't really mean
But you know that I want you more
I'm in the trap, going crazy,
you know I'm too wavy I'm drippin' in Christian Dior
And I'm shinin', everything comin' in perfect timing
Under pressure, don't fold it make diamonds
From the mud you here choppas and sirens
Picture my lifestyle, really goin' up And I got the whole gang really eatin
Brody not lacking, he keepin' his pole tucked PTSD got his finger itchin
I was just thinkin' bout you in the rover Late nights in my thoughts reminiscin
remember laid up and we kissin
Wanna pull up fuck like I miss it
I got scars, you can see that I'm bleedin
If you down, that's forever, no leavin
Can't trust nobody, I think that they schemin'
In the streets its so cold, leave you freezin'
Ain't believe, now I got them believing
Pass me the ball and you know that I'm scorin on em
I could really showout, but I keep it humble
Trappin', rappin', finessin' a triple double
pull up, baby, kick me a Tander or a Chevy
I was jugging I'm right in a renty
I was dripped Louis V in the back of the back
Countin blues, countin plenty
These niggas hatin' on me, I got bitches galore and they waitin' on me
But I'm on a mission, I'm playin' for keeps, playin' for keeps
(na na na)
These bitches ain't too real, man, they ain't like her, I'm turnt off
Trappin' in Margiela, I was ridin' with Packs, I was getting it off
She know I'm a go-getter, she know I'm a finesser, I drip when I walk
With you, I feel so better, I got you on my mind, and I can't get you off
These bitches ain't talk real, man, they ain't like I, I'm turnt off
Trappin' in Margiela, I was ridin' with Packs, I was getting it off
She know I'm a go-getter, she know I'm a finesser, I drip when I walk
She do it with no effort, I got her on my mind, and I can't get her off
(Ouuu)
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Writer(s): Kevaughn Johnson
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