Danger

I can't be stressed about this little hoe who be blowing my phone tryna get some attention
She be still claiming that I said I love her, but I explained to her that I got dementia
I am the one schooling all of these niggas, but fuck around with me, get sent to detention
I gotta chill, I've been stuck up on vengeance I gotta chill, I've been stuck up, I'm stuck up on

Getting this cash, this is a fact that I'm trying to brag
I don't consider none of these niggas a threat or a problem, cause they never last
Drop her like litter, she really thought that we still got a future, she's stuck in the past
Ego get bigger, every time I got the bag, I got the, I got the bag

I got the bag like I'm Gucci and Migo, bet on myself like we in a casino
Dealing with papers like a paralegal, I'm getting hard when I'm touching a c note
Do what I have to, don't care if illegal, I'm sipping this wok, I think I need a refill
My life a movie, watch out for the sequel, I eat the pussy like seafood

Wait, wait, wait, tell them stop running they mouth
I cant reply to a wannabe rapper who keep dissing me on a song for the clout
Sorry lil babe, but I love my bedroom way too much, so you gotta give top on the couch
Just out of spite, I might fuck on your spouse, the game never affair ain't no thing as a foul

Wait, wait, still on the streets like its sesame, I had this bitch from my hood
The pussy taste good, I might hit her mouth with a recipe
I was just hating the fact she kept stressing me, I couldn't give her what's best to me
I had to give her what's left of me, she was upset that in public, she couldn't be next to me

I gotta confess, gotta confess, I'm not impressed, nah
Who this bitch, giving out weak ass neck, I can't accept, nah
I hate a bitch, tryna look pretty like bae, just make a mess, nah
Who these rookies, acting like they was some vets, niggas I cannot respect

I gotta confess, gotta confess, I'm not impressed, nah
Who this bitch, giving out weak ass neck, I can't accept, nah
I hate a bitch, tryna look pretty like bae, just make a mess, nah
Who these rookies, acting like they was some vets, niggas I cannot respect

Niggas I cannot respect, niggas who photoshop pics in a jet
He be the type to cry over a bitch, yeah I'm the type to go run up a check
Yeah I'm the type to just leave her a mess, yeah I be making my moves like a chess
I want the prezzie on me, no elect, yeah my life black and white like a ref

Yeah I got, yeah I got, shit that I gotta take care of
I know some shit about some of you niggas you wish that I wasn't aware of
I was just tryna be honest with her, I guess my past with these hoes really scared her
But I can't take her, seriously, only one judging me is my lord and my saviour

All about bread like a baker, I hit her good then I tell her ho later
She thick as fuck, that ass cover acres, yeah I be balling on niggas like Lakers
Bro make it beep, beep, beep, beep like a pager, fuck her to zzzz then erase her
I'm going sick on the beat, I'm contagious, bro got a tech and it come with a laser

Nah I'm too lazy, no way I could chase her, sip a lot of Henny but not without chaser
Smoking on trees while I'm counting my paper, smoking on trees like we up in Jamaica
Yeah your ho ugly when she take off makeup, begging for dick every time that you break up
I want the credit, I'm getting my stake up, yeah I got your ho giving head when I wake up

I gotta confess, gotta confess, I'm not impressed, nah
Who this bitch, giving out weak ass neck, I can't accept Nah
I hate a bitch tryna look pretty like Babe just make a mess, nah
Who these rookies, acting like they with some vets, niggas I cannot respect

I gotta confess, gotta confess, I'm not impressed, nah
Who this bitch, giving out weak ass neck, I can't accept, nah
I hate a bitch tryna look pretty like Babe just make a mess, nah
Who these rookies, acting like they with some vets, niggas I cannot respect



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Writer(s): Marvin Schmidt
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