Demi Gelato

I don't know about you, but this shit getting boring
You fell asleep, you snoring, I'm up, I'ma keep on going
Move just keep me warm, Hot Boy Global Warming
Franchise with a story, this shit feeling normal

Jacket out, it's winter, bad little bitch from Twitter
She got two accounts for Tinder, onlyfans link in the DMs
Left out in a blizzard, if that's your hoe gon' get her
This weather got you bleeding, not believing what I'm seeing

Pull up to the preacher's crib ain't coming here to pray
Yo daughter, she gon' pay for dinner, we do this every day
Took this bitch to Applebee's, the bill was insane
When we get back for dessert, she gon' let me say my grace

I ain't flying no more bitches, I think delta banned my name
Don't owe no nigga respect, fuck you mean fuck you thinking
Verses don't mean shit to a nigga, as long as I'm making my profit
Yo plug a bitch, I see it in his face, I see it in his prices that's his price

Damn
Nigga we up, reloading
Feeling heavy headed, the more I think of my cup, and keep pouring
So high that I'm still spitting, I gotta stay focused
This gelato here, got me rapping Spanish from the night to the morning

Running out of options, can't you tell that I'm being serious about the money in my pocket
You don't see a nigga often
Nigga mind your business, your excuse is that you're all alone
And got nothing else to do, I'd advise you to move

We can't sign no deal, they don't know how I feel
You might need a mask, this gas ain't vacuum sealed
Call it what you want, keep it on the low key
Plastic pimps and rubber gangsters, snitching and patrolling

Nigga we up so don't trip, put her on the list so come quick
Put it in her butt, it don't fit
I'll take three shots if I ain't feeling nothing
Take the whole bottle if I ain't feeling shit

And be gone before you know it
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Writer(s): Steve Martinez
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