Dress Like This
When I walk in, they all treat me like a president
How you say that you a boss with no leverage?
Why the fuck you bringin' up the past? What's the relevance?
You should be rollin' up the weed, not questionin'
I just want the brain, baby, I want the intelligence
I don't care if it's artificial
I look around and see some niggas that I'm better than
Damn, I heard you lost your girl to a lesbian
My bad if I'm bein' too specific
My bad, I got riches I intended
Two bad bitches in a bed, that's a collision
Tryna live my life will make a nigga find religion
Flyin' out to handle some business
I don't go out, usually stay to myself, I ain't social (stay low, I stay to myself)
Know my worth, I just stay calm and keep my composure (I know my worth)
See how I'm doin', wanna bang my line, but you old news (I don't know you, no, no)
I can dress like this 'cause I gotta be fresh when I ghost you
Why'd you let me go? I gave you everything (everything)
Me and my bitches pussy is better than (yeah)
Haitian lil' bitch from the Caribbean (ooh)
Les hommes disant elle est très bien (yeah-yeah)
I had to cut that nigga off, 'cause you know I'm anti-social (you know I'm anti-social)
I don't go public with hoes, 'cause then they start goin' loco (ew)
I'd rather spend time with myself, it's okay, I got a rose
That's why I stopped hittin' you up, bitch, I had to go ghost (had to go ghost)
You gotta follow the movement, let's get into it
A bitch post on OnlyFans, I bet you gon' screw it
I ain't never gave a ho a princess treatment
Bitch, you think I'm stupid? Now let's get into specifics
Every time we together, why you always push my limit?
Why you always go ballistic? (Bitch) breakin' shit but never fixin'
Flyin' out to handle some business
I don't go out, usually stay to myself, I ain't social (stay low, I stay to myself)
Know my worth, I just stay calm and keep my composure (I know my worth)
See how I'm doin', wanna bang my line, but you old news (I don't know you, no, no)
I can dress like this 'cause I gotta be fresh when I ghost you
I might pull up Lamborghini, I might ghost you
Or might do the Benzo, Wizzle did the old school
Wizzle made a hunnid million, broski global
Hardo made another million trappin' local
Huh, I take bad bitches out to Nobu (huh)
Walk it, I don't talk it, trappin' hard, he antisocial (I don't do too much talkin')
20 for a brick, but want five thousand for the vocals (skrrt)
Baggies for the zips, but put my lyrics on a Pro Tools (illy)
We can drive it to you or send it postal (how you want it?)
Real nigga, the one these bitches wan' get close to (trap)
He was hatin', had to shit on that boy boastful (had to shit on that nigga)
Plate scrappin', snow bunny got a nose full (huh, huh)
Flyin' out to handle some business
I don't go out, usually stay to myself, I ain't social (stay low, I stay to myself)
Know my worth, I just stay calm and keep my composure (I know my worth)
See how I'm doin', wanna bang my line, but you old news (I don't know you, no, no)
I can dress like this 'cause I gotta be fresh when I ghost you
Will you pick up? Will you just, will you pick up please?
Yeah, he's bad, will you? (Yeah-yeah, oh-oh)
How you say that you a boss with no leverage?
Why the fuck you bringin' up the past? What's the relevance?
You should be rollin' up the weed, not questionin'
I just want the brain, baby, I want the intelligence
I don't care if it's artificial
I look around and see some niggas that I'm better than
Damn, I heard you lost your girl to a lesbian
My bad if I'm bein' too specific
My bad, I got riches I intended
Two bad bitches in a bed, that's a collision
Tryna live my life will make a nigga find religion
Flyin' out to handle some business
I don't go out, usually stay to myself, I ain't social (stay low, I stay to myself)
Know my worth, I just stay calm and keep my composure (I know my worth)
See how I'm doin', wanna bang my line, but you old news (I don't know you, no, no)
I can dress like this 'cause I gotta be fresh when I ghost you
Why'd you let me go? I gave you everything (everything)
Me and my bitches pussy is better than (yeah)
Haitian lil' bitch from the Caribbean (ooh)
Les hommes disant elle est très bien (yeah-yeah)
I had to cut that nigga off, 'cause you know I'm anti-social (you know I'm anti-social)
I don't go public with hoes, 'cause then they start goin' loco (ew)
I'd rather spend time with myself, it's okay, I got a rose
That's why I stopped hittin' you up, bitch, I had to go ghost (had to go ghost)
You gotta follow the movement, let's get into it
A bitch post on OnlyFans, I bet you gon' screw it
I ain't never gave a ho a princess treatment
Bitch, you think I'm stupid? Now let's get into specifics
Every time we together, why you always push my limit?
Why you always go ballistic? (Bitch) breakin' shit but never fixin'
Flyin' out to handle some business
I don't go out, usually stay to myself, I ain't social (stay low, I stay to myself)
Know my worth, I just stay calm and keep my composure (I know my worth)
See how I'm doin', wanna bang my line, but you old news (I don't know you, no, no)
I can dress like this 'cause I gotta be fresh when I ghost you
I might pull up Lamborghini, I might ghost you
Or might do the Benzo, Wizzle did the old school
Wizzle made a hunnid million, broski global
Hardo made another million trappin' local
Huh, I take bad bitches out to Nobu (huh)
Walk it, I don't talk it, trappin' hard, he antisocial (I don't do too much talkin')
20 for a brick, but want five thousand for the vocals (skrrt)
Baggies for the zips, but put my lyrics on a Pro Tools (illy)
We can drive it to you or send it postal (how you want it?)
Real nigga, the one these bitches wan' get close to (trap)
He was hatin', had to shit on that boy boastful (had to shit on that nigga)
Plate scrappin', snow bunny got a nose full (huh, huh)
Flyin' out to handle some business
I don't go out, usually stay to myself, I ain't social (stay low, I stay to myself)
Know my worth, I just stay calm and keep my composure (I know my worth)
See how I'm doin', wanna bang my line, but you old news (I don't know you, no, no)
I can dress like this 'cause I gotta be fresh when I ghost you
Will you pick up? Will you just, will you pick up please?
Yeah, he's bad, will you? (Yeah-yeah, oh-oh)
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Blair Avien Reese, Camden Raleigh, Hardo, Backwood Brat
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