Coretta

Yeah
BPM Planks for the gear
Been through it all we've been hustling for years
I hate it when she insecure
I hate being toxic I swear
Mr. Put it on
Mr. Head to toe
Mr. Coast to coast
I survived the jungle alone
I was in the jungle alone

I feel like Kobe Bryant in the 4th
I just sent her the black truck cause she's gorg
Bridging the gap and kicking down the door
Here for the funds, i'm tryna give and go
I put a jEAN Bean on a barbie
Don't waste your time you're not invited
It's a whole lotta them F's in here
Today I might just go Guess, yeah
I can not sleep I go get it, yeah
She not my type why you jealous?
Her booty don't move like jello, yeah
If you knew better, do better
I love her she a go getter, yeah
She know i'm a King she Coretta
I wore DieRich to Coachella, yeah
I told her bring a friend to party
I just dropped the Lo don't be tardy
Bet she drop it low for this money
They know we don't fuck with nobody
We don't put trust in nobody
I'm a player don't care bout no milage
I'm just tryna get behind it

Yeah
BPM Planks for the gear
Been through it all we've been hustling for years
I hate it when she insecure
I hate being toxic I swear
Mr. Put it on
Mr. Head to toe
Mr. Coast to coast
I survived the jungle alone
I was in the jungle alone



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Writer(s): Bracey Black
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