Quiet
Bum nigga hating tell 'em be quiet
Please stay silent
Don't wanna talk phone stay on silent unless brody calling from the island yea yea
I don't get high baby I think I be flying
Oh you think I'm lying
I guess that I be wilding damn
I might cause me a riot
He got knots on his face now they think I'm behind it
I know that they tried it, touch me or mines violence I'm inciting
Hold on baby lemme get inside it
Hold on lemme see how you ride it
I got the magic touch damn I feel like Midas
Told her suck the dick please don't bite it
Baddie my bitch I know that she like it
Flooding my wrist it's really my liking yea yea
She take the whole thing god damn I love how she top it
Right through text sending me a top pic
She with paper she done got the top pick
I know a few niggas mad at me cause I am who I am
Like I thought you was really my mans found out that you was pretend
Like, like that shit gotta end like how you not happy for ya friend
For you swear I woulda threw ten, can't give me a five can't do that again
She like how I sing she like how I talk
Damn, my green big like the hulk
Damn, I'm like Famous Dex
Yea, I get the drip from my walk
Watching my story I know she gon' stalk
I need the bread yea I need it all
I'm on the court yea I'm just tryna ball
Look at me
Yeah Yeah
White bitch beat it in my white beater she can't walk her legs getting weaker
Like my vibe she like my demeanor, it's four of us pulled up with two eaters
Bro pour a four put half in two liters
Put me up on flex or the leakers
Drip when I step just look at the sneakers
Nigga play foul I'm like slim reaper
Nigga try to reach I might have to teach 'em
Move like the nets but TJ from Harlem
Okay hi hello nice to meet ya I don't think that you want a problem
Oh, my god are you tryna meet him
Had no chop then we used to beat 'em
Way too smart, you cannot deceive him
Bum nigga hating tell 'em be quiet
Please stay silent
Don't wanna talk phone stay on silent
Unless brody calling from the island
Yea Yea
I don't get high baby I think I be flying
Oh you think I'm wilding, I guess that I be wilding
Damn, I might cause me a riot yeah yeah
He got knots on his face now they think I'm behind it
I know that they tried it
Touch me or mines violence I'm inciting
Hold on baby lemme get inside it
Hold on lemme see how you ride it
Please stay silent
Don't wanna talk phone stay on silent unless brody calling from the island yea yea
I don't get high baby I think I be flying
Oh you think I'm lying
I guess that I be wilding damn
I might cause me a riot
He got knots on his face now they think I'm behind it
I know that they tried it, touch me or mines violence I'm inciting
Hold on baby lemme get inside it
Hold on lemme see how you ride it
I got the magic touch damn I feel like Midas
Told her suck the dick please don't bite it
Baddie my bitch I know that she like it
Flooding my wrist it's really my liking yea yea
She take the whole thing god damn I love how she top it
Right through text sending me a top pic
She with paper she done got the top pick
I know a few niggas mad at me cause I am who I am
Like I thought you was really my mans found out that you was pretend
Like, like that shit gotta end like how you not happy for ya friend
For you swear I woulda threw ten, can't give me a five can't do that again
She like how I sing she like how I talk
Damn, my green big like the hulk
Damn, I'm like Famous Dex
Yea, I get the drip from my walk
Watching my story I know she gon' stalk
I need the bread yea I need it all
I'm on the court yea I'm just tryna ball
Look at me
Yeah Yeah
White bitch beat it in my white beater she can't walk her legs getting weaker
Like my vibe she like my demeanor, it's four of us pulled up with two eaters
Bro pour a four put half in two liters
Put me up on flex or the leakers
Drip when I step just look at the sneakers
Nigga play foul I'm like slim reaper
Nigga try to reach I might have to teach 'em
Move like the nets but TJ from Harlem
Okay hi hello nice to meet ya I don't think that you want a problem
Oh, my god are you tryna meet him
Had no chop then we used to beat 'em
Way too smart, you cannot deceive him
Bum nigga hating tell 'em be quiet
Please stay silent
Don't wanna talk phone stay on silent
Unless brody calling from the island
Yea Yea
I don't get high baby I think I be flying
Oh you think I'm wilding, I guess that I be wilding
Damn, I might cause me a riot yeah yeah
He got knots on his face now they think I'm behind it
I know that they tried it
Touch me or mines violence I'm inciting
Hold on baby lemme get inside it
Hold on lemme see how you ride it
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Writer(s): Troy Henry Jr
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