Affairs (feat. Brennan Jones)
Huh, huh
I been stackin' paper (Huh, yeah)
I been stackin' paper
I been rockin' layers
And don't nobody know me and don't nobody care
Yeah, my pops told me, "Life ain't fair"
I can't stop fuckin' these bitches, I got affairs
What's that goofy shit you got on, boy? What you wearing?
Tell that white ho get up off my dick, you a Karen
And don't come for none my bread, I'm not sharing
And this ho feining for my dick like some heroin
Yeah, I'm a hero, bitch
But I'm not gon' save you
She like "Brennan Jones like kratom"
She like "Brennan Jones, I crave you," uh, huh
Light skin bitch with that attitude, uh, huh
My boys got blicks, they might wack at you, uh, huh
Life got dark when I threw on my Hеrmes shades (Yeah)
Why thеse niggas wan' hop on my wave? (Mm)
A on my hat, Atlanta Braves (Yeah, yeah)
Yeezy, Yeezy, we some slaves (Yeah)
Swear these niggas in chains (Chains)
Take 'em off the map, I ain't SoFaygo (Hey, yeah)
Oh, he blow his brain back, where his bread go? (Uh-huh, huh)
Build these bitches' bodies, ain't no LEGOs
Please give me a week 'fore you steal my flow (Goddamn)
Blindin', stones AP, where the time go? (I can't see)
Blindin', stones, where the time go? (Time go)
I been stackin' paper (Huh, yeah)
I been stackin' paper
I been rockin' layers
And don't nobody know me and don't nobody care
Yeah, my pops told me, "Life ain't fair"
I can't stop fuckin' these bitches, I got affairs
What's that goofy shit you got on, boy? What you wearing?
Tell that white ho get up off my dick, you a Karen
And don't come for none my bread, I'm not sharing
And this ho feining for my dick like some heroin
Yeah, I'm a hero, bitch
But I'm not gon' save you
She like "Brennan Jones like kratom"
She like "Brennan Jones, I crave you," uh, huh
Light skin bitch with that attitude, uh, huh
My boys got blicks, they might wack at you, uh, huh
Life got dark when I threw on my Hеrmes shades (Yeah)
Why thеse niggas wan' hop on my wave? (Mm)
A on my hat, Atlanta Braves (Yeah, yeah)
Yeezy, Yeezy, we some slaves (Yeah)
Swear these niggas in chains (Chains)
Take 'em off the map, I ain't SoFaygo (Hey, yeah)
Oh, he blow his brain back, where his bread go? (Uh-huh, huh)
Build these bitches' bodies, ain't no LEGOs
Please give me a week 'fore you steal my flow (Goddamn)
Blindin', stones AP, where the time go? (I can't see)
Blindin', stones, where the time go? (Time go)
Credits
Writer(s): Brennan Jones, Cavitnak Producer, Cutspace Producer, Edward King Bass Iv, Vincentt Producer
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