Comfy

I'm always due for a warm up

Aye, aye
Speaker knockers, ain't no Rico story I'm livin' comfy, ballin' hard
Feelin' like I'm Hari, brother on the yard Laws tapped in so he can't tell the whole story

I don't fuck with niggas, they ain't never been there for me
I ain't gon' say I was neglected, but I struggled since the shorty
Now all the diamonds in my necklace, half you niggas can't afford it
Feelin' secret animosity, got somethin' for the sort it

Now they peepin' my velocity and mad I ain't abort it
Uh, yeah, I don't wanna be a player no more
But I ain't simpin' for these bitches, they be trippin' and expectin' that's a trick on em
I was down but now I'm up, do my shit on em

Team down, don't lift em up, we gon' shit on em
Nado3 poppin' out that cut, put that clip on em
He said for a couple bucks, he a zip homie
I pulled straight cash, told him get on em

Ayy, speakin' lockers, ain't no Rico story
I'm livin' comfy, ballin' hard, feelin' like I'm Hari, brother on the yard
Laws tapped in so he can't tell the whole story
I don't fuck with niggas, they ain't never been there for me

I ain't gon' say I was neglected, but I struggled since the shorty
Now all the diamonds in my necklace, half you niggas can't afford it
Feelin' secret animosity, got somethin' for the sort it
Now they peepin' my velocity and mad I ain't abort it

Uh, hey, look, I got hella plans on takin' over
Somewhere in an undisclosed location, pourin' drank and soda
I don't keep no leash on none of my bitches, hella spots like Mocha
Pop the top and make him kick the can like it's Coca-Cola

Switch the vibe, I'm in my lane, niggas switchin' sides
Startin' to think these motherfuckers fruity, how they get for pride
Keep it in my pocket when I pull it, it's a homicide
Call my sister up if any bitch wanna get out of line

Catch a coffin, catchin' bodies, bitch, I'm ready mossin
Passin' out the shots, come to collect, but we in A-Loftin
Receivin' packs and makin' moves, I feel like T. Austin
Bumpin' his gums on the track, but it ain't no talkin

Catch him walkin', then I off him Ian takin loses
So many ideas on the board, I'ma gone and chalk em'
Tryin' to get them lines inside the small grooves I'm really flossy
Wanna be my bitch and flip the switch, but we ain't fuckin often

I can't do that, baby, I'm on my shit, I'm pushin' P, I thought you knew that, baby
Can't stick around, I gotta move, I gotta get this paper
Get to the green, I feel like yoda gotta keep a saber



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Writer(s): J Evitt
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