Jd
Trick tryna love me but I
Jump from out the plane without a chute before I get strings attached
Cause they ain't want me at first, now they want me cause they stuck at last
When I was down bad I showed love and they ain't show it back
Out of love, only lust for how they did me in my past
Donkey Kong, I'm in the game, now she wanna super smash
Get the Jimmy Neutron out her, then I'm gone, I gotta blast
Kyrie Irving, if it ain't feeling perfect, then I gotta pass
Tryna hang around niggas cause we winning, Robert Kraft
Busy balling, ima slam, then I'm blocking like I'm Shaq
Money calling if you ain't talking guap, then I ain't hearing that
Do this often, I ain't cocky, I'm just knowing I'm really that
Pocket watching they tryna steal my sauce, I feel like Mr. Krabs
But I'm in a whole nother league, couldn't dream of being me
Dirty musty bitch, you would never be like DMB
Dirty money brothers, ain't no others till I D.I.E
Jaden but not like Smith, I'm punching shit just like Karate Kid
I be boxing in the booth, I get loose and then I body hits
Niggas hams just do it for the gram, this how I really live
With the quickness, turn into a gymnast, make that paper flip
Y'all be slacking, I ain't talking jackets, how I'm moving zips
That's just for the bros, I really move the bows like Ludacris
Play with my guap and I'll put you in a box, no Roddy Ricch
Don't get yourself shot, my Glock a thot and it be blowing kisses
Mind on the money, besides that, I just mind my business
Grind a thousand nights to live the sweet life, no London Tipton
It's only right, I'm only catching flights cause I ain't catching feelings
They ain't wanna see me winning till they seen that I was different
Used to hoe me, now they wanna blow me cause I'm hot now
No, no, you can't be my thot, I love the guap now
I'm moving on like Andrew, so these hoes is out of luck now
Send her to the sideline after I score like a touchdown
Used to hoe me, now they wanna blow me cause I'm hot now
No, no, you can't be my thot, I love the guap now
I'm moving on like Andrew, so these hoes is out of luck now
Send her to the sideline after I score like a touchdown
Jump from out the plane without a chute before I get strings attached
Cause they ain't want me at first, now they want me cause they stuck at last
When I was down bad I showed love and they ain't show it back
Out of love, only lust for how they did me in my past
Donkey Kong, I'm in the game, now she wanna super smash
Get the Jimmy Neutron out her, then I'm gone, I gotta blast
Kyrie Irving, if it ain't feeling perfect, then I gotta pass
Tryna hang around niggas cause we winning, Robert Kraft
Busy balling, ima slam, then I'm blocking like I'm Shaq
Money calling if you ain't talking guap, then I ain't hearing that
Do this often, I ain't cocky, I'm just knowing I'm really that
Pocket watching they tryna steal my sauce, I feel like Mr. Krabs
But I'm in a whole nother league, couldn't dream of being me
Dirty musty bitch, you would never be like DMB
Dirty money brothers, ain't no others till I D.I.E
Jaden but not like Smith, I'm punching shit just like Karate Kid
I be boxing in the booth, I get loose and then I body hits
Niggas hams just do it for the gram, this how I really live
With the quickness, turn into a gymnast, make that paper flip
Y'all be slacking, I ain't talking jackets, how I'm moving zips
That's just for the bros, I really move the bows like Ludacris
Play with my guap and I'll put you in a box, no Roddy Ricch
Don't get yourself shot, my Glock a thot and it be blowing kisses
Mind on the money, besides that, I just mind my business
Grind a thousand nights to live the sweet life, no London Tipton
It's only right, I'm only catching flights cause I ain't catching feelings
They ain't wanna see me winning till they seen that I was different
Used to hoe me, now they wanna blow me cause I'm hot now
No, no, you can't be my thot, I love the guap now
I'm moving on like Andrew, so these hoes is out of luck now
Send her to the sideline after I score like a touchdown
Used to hoe me, now they wanna blow me cause I'm hot now
No, no, you can't be my thot, I love the guap now
I'm moving on like Andrew, so these hoes is out of luck now
Send her to the sideline after I score like a touchdown
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Writer(s): Jaden Littlefield-davis
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