Infinite Attraction
Tell my nigga I'm gon' step just how you steppin' fam you just come correct
Keep on reppin' what you reppin' fam, fuck about the rest
Disrespect, gon' get a nigga wet this comin' from the best
I drop a check, I'm fiendin' for that jwett you know I'm finna flex
Remember tryna stretch a dub for a week, now I'm trappin' up the street
Drop a nigga he a leak tell him he don't want no beef
Get the poppin' bars flippin' cars with his ARP
I'm on planet Mars in the stars where I wanna be
Hit the trap and flip a bo just like a bottle
Know I'm strapped, I let it blow, a nigga not gon' see tomorrow
And fuck the brakes, I let it go lil' bitch, I'm pushin' on that throttle
I'm feelin' great, I'm tryna grow my dough but niggas want a problem
But I say I'm gon' step just how you steppin' fam, you just play your part
No exceptions, I'ma let it blam, letchu be a Narc
I'm with my weapon like I'm Uncle Sam we never be apart
I'm in my section bitches goin' HAM sippin' on Bacardi
Say it's that, well then it's that lil' bitch, I'm itchin' for a hat
Baby Jay off in the back he smoke a nigga like some crack
Ace of spades right to my jack my momma told me keep a gat
Cause if they get the chance you know they'll leave you leaking where you at
But I can't let it happen
I ain't never duckin' action
Devil told me keep it ratchet
Send a blitz, don't fuck with Madden
Smoke a spliff, I'm talkin' backwards
556s let 'em have it
Send applause, we get to clappin
Fuck the pigs, don't bother askin
My pockets plentiful I'm at the dentist
Bitch, I'm off a addy
Feel it kick and when I get it trippin
Bitch, I'm finna crash
I'm on my shit cause I been on my shit
A infinite attraction
Hit a lick and I ain't sharin' shit
I zip it in my matress
But I'm sayin I'm gon' step just how you steppin fam, you just send a text
And I'ma text you back like, what's the plan bih what we doin' next
Gon' catch a hat or is we sitting back to catch him when he stressed
But either way I'm yellin' GIMME THAT and bread what I expect
(Huh, aye yeah, that bread what I expect
Huh, ay, yeah
Yeah, I'm yellin give me that
and bitch, that bread what I expect
Bitch, I'm bomin' to the T
You know I'm smokin on that thrax
Kae Kasino in this bitch)
Keep on reppin' what you reppin' fam, fuck about the rest
Disrespect, gon' get a nigga wet this comin' from the best
I drop a check, I'm fiendin' for that jwett you know I'm finna flex
Remember tryna stretch a dub for a week, now I'm trappin' up the street
Drop a nigga he a leak tell him he don't want no beef
Get the poppin' bars flippin' cars with his ARP
I'm on planet Mars in the stars where I wanna be
Hit the trap and flip a bo just like a bottle
Know I'm strapped, I let it blow, a nigga not gon' see tomorrow
And fuck the brakes, I let it go lil' bitch, I'm pushin' on that throttle
I'm feelin' great, I'm tryna grow my dough but niggas want a problem
But I say I'm gon' step just how you steppin' fam, you just play your part
No exceptions, I'ma let it blam, letchu be a Narc
I'm with my weapon like I'm Uncle Sam we never be apart
I'm in my section bitches goin' HAM sippin' on Bacardi
Say it's that, well then it's that lil' bitch, I'm itchin' for a hat
Baby Jay off in the back he smoke a nigga like some crack
Ace of spades right to my jack my momma told me keep a gat
Cause if they get the chance you know they'll leave you leaking where you at
But I can't let it happen
I ain't never duckin' action
Devil told me keep it ratchet
Send a blitz, don't fuck with Madden
Smoke a spliff, I'm talkin' backwards
556s let 'em have it
Send applause, we get to clappin
Fuck the pigs, don't bother askin
My pockets plentiful I'm at the dentist
Bitch, I'm off a addy
Feel it kick and when I get it trippin
Bitch, I'm finna crash
I'm on my shit cause I been on my shit
A infinite attraction
Hit a lick and I ain't sharin' shit
I zip it in my matress
But I'm sayin I'm gon' step just how you steppin fam, you just send a text
And I'ma text you back like, what's the plan bih what we doin' next
Gon' catch a hat or is we sitting back to catch him when he stressed
But either way I'm yellin' GIMME THAT and bread what I expect
(Huh, aye yeah, that bread what I expect
Huh, ay, yeah
Yeah, I'm yellin give me that
and bitch, that bread what I expect
Bitch, I'm bomin' to the T
You know I'm smokin on that thrax
Kae Kasino in this bitch)
Credits
Writer(s): Kae Kasino
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