Startin Somethin

It's on tonight, we on tonight
Always, always, always, always
Always up to somethin, always up to somethin
Y'all know how I'm comin, y'all know how I'm comin

Loud pipes on the beamers
Disappeared with your bitch, had to be four nights since you seen her
high school teachers in my pool speechless

Topless, you know the procedure
The gossip, I'm the one they speak of
We got this, nobody believed us
Now watch this, everybody sees us

Jesus, he's just way too facetious
Feasting like he only knows where Philippe's is
Runway outfits every day of the week
On the weekend on couches
Every day is at least a stack in expenses

Back to back in them Benz's
Back here packin' her friends in
it's the last of their friendship
Unless what's on your mind is we all cross the line

Always up to something, always up to something
Y'all know how I'm comin, y'all know how I'm coming

Y'all know what the truth is
I'm with the dealers and the boosters
And the scammers, we on the loose, bitch
We on the loose, we on the
I'm with the gangsters and the robbers
A couple gold diggers, that's no problem

Y'all don't like us, that's your problem
We on the loose

The gossip, she's the one they speak of
A diamond in the rough, tuh, I know a sleeper
White Tiffany, lock bangle, I won't release her
Jesus, peace rose, it ain't even close to Easter

I'm your redeemer
Pray to the God when you see him, she was no believer
Now she's the queen of Sheba
Fell in love with my street corner, exec demeanor
No only fans and she don't fuck streamers

The keykeeper, of every safe, scan your fingers
Kee-keeing inthen St. Cecilia, we eatin
We both cheated with her bestie, so we even
Leave it

Y'all know what the truth is
I'm with the dealers and the boosters
And the scammers, we on the loose, bitch
We on the loose
I'm with the gangsters and the robbers

A couple gold diggers, that's no problem
Y'all don't like us, that's your problem
We on the loose



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Writer(s): Randy Watford
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