Wrong Things
Yeah, that's good, paranoid
Yeah
Aye
Hoe, you need to focus on me!
Not who I slept wit'
None of my exes
None of the women you believe I'm contemplatin' as my next bitch
I'm an investment
Gotta protect it
No, you can't go through my phone
You be like Dallas and Houston
All in my texts
Callin' and message
Puttin' everyone you cross in a section
Block 'em together like, dog, is this Tetris?
Hoe
She think I'm up to no good; man, my broad is a skeptic
Who the fuck, what the fuck, when the fuck, where the fuck, why the fuck, how?
Always in question
Say the shit nag her
Swear I got groupies because I'm a rapper
Keep what she read on her head like a MAGA
Had her
Worried 'bout scrollin' through my camera roll like a actor
Readin' a script
Under her thumb, she see a pic
Hair in a bun, sweetest of lips
Softest of tongue, Ds are the tits
Ass is on dumb; Jesus, she thick
Kissed by the sun, feet I would lick
Is she the one? I'm pleadin' the fifth
Reason a bit
Hoe, you need to focus on me
'Fore your night back at home in the sheets
We could vibe, hit the floor and be free
Keep your mind off my phone and get peace
Hoe, you need to focus on me
I could take you high like smokin' the tree
Make you touch the sky and go to your peak
Or spend your whole life alone in the streets
Hoe, you need to focus on me
Don't worry 'bout what a nigga doin', if I hide it 'hind ya back, bitch
That Birkin runnin' 'way from ya, tryna catch me; chase a bag, bitch
Don't trip
Pour a glass of that potion
Weed and coke, I'm the dopest
Tossin' clothes how she throw fits
Focus
Pay attention to me
Hoe
Where you goin', if I leave?
Hoe
Who are you, without me?
Hoe
Is what is and gon' be
Hoe
All of that stressin' is toxic, drop it
You remindin' me of Drake wit' a Stan
Stalkin' The Gram
Checkin' the comments, plottin'
Not makin' you any profit, nonsense
All of your friends just gossip, stop it
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout
All of them bitches so all of 'em bitchin', I get it
But fuck what they barkin' 'bout
I show how the game is played
You know I'm LeBron wit' the fadeaway
We already bumpin' the 808s
Don't get your heart broken like Ye, today; it's Jay
Hoe, you need to focus on me
'Fore your night back at home in the sheets
We could vibe, hit the floor and be free
Keep your mind off my phone and get peace
Hoe, you need to focus on me
I could take you high like smokin' the tree
Make you touch the sky and go to your peak
Or spend your whole life alone in the streets
Hoe, you need to focus on-
Hoe, you need to focus on-
Hoe, you need to focus on me
Yeah
Aye
Hoe, you need to focus on me!
Not who I slept wit'
None of my exes
None of the women you believe I'm contemplatin' as my next bitch
I'm an investment
Gotta protect it
No, you can't go through my phone
You be like Dallas and Houston
All in my texts
Callin' and message
Puttin' everyone you cross in a section
Block 'em together like, dog, is this Tetris?
Hoe
She think I'm up to no good; man, my broad is a skeptic
Who the fuck, what the fuck, when the fuck, where the fuck, why the fuck, how?
Always in question
Say the shit nag her
Swear I got groupies because I'm a rapper
Keep what she read on her head like a MAGA
Had her
Worried 'bout scrollin' through my camera roll like a actor
Readin' a script
Under her thumb, she see a pic
Hair in a bun, sweetest of lips
Softest of tongue, Ds are the tits
Ass is on dumb; Jesus, she thick
Kissed by the sun, feet I would lick
Is she the one? I'm pleadin' the fifth
Reason a bit
Hoe, you need to focus on me
'Fore your night back at home in the sheets
We could vibe, hit the floor and be free
Keep your mind off my phone and get peace
Hoe, you need to focus on me
I could take you high like smokin' the tree
Make you touch the sky and go to your peak
Or spend your whole life alone in the streets
Hoe, you need to focus on me
Don't worry 'bout what a nigga doin', if I hide it 'hind ya back, bitch
That Birkin runnin' 'way from ya, tryna catch me; chase a bag, bitch
Don't trip
Pour a glass of that potion
Weed and coke, I'm the dopest
Tossin' clothes how she throw fits
Focus
Pay attention to me
Hoe
Where you goin', if I leave?
Hoe
Who are you, without me?
Hoe
Is what is and gon' be
Hoe
All of that stressin' is toxic, drop it
You remindin' me of Drake wit' a Stan
Stalkin' The Gram
Checkin' the comments, plottin'
Not makin' you any profit, nonsense
All of your friends just gossip, stop it
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout
All of them bitches so all of 'em bitchin', I get it
But fuck what they barkin' 'bout
I show how the game is played
You know I'm LeBron wit' the fadeaway
We already bumpin' the 808s
Don't get your heart broken like Ye, today; it's Jay
Hoe, you need to focus on me
'Fore your night back at home in the sheets
We could vibe, hit the floor and be free
Keep your mind off my phone and get peace
Hoe, you need to focus on me
I could take you high like smokin' the tree
Make you touch the sky and go to your peak
Or spend your whole life alone in the streets
Hoe, you need to focus on-
Hoe, you need to focus on-
Hoe, you need to focus on me
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