For Certain (feat. SSGKobe)
Brrr, Skrr Skrr
Hey hey hey!
This bitch gon' sit here and lie on my word (Woo!)
I kick the bitch out, she said I got problems with syrup (Woo!)
I take percocets inside cause I hurt
If it's a bad bitch involved I fuck off of percs (Yeah, uh-huh)
She fuckin' with Ko, she knowin' for certain she gon' get Birkin's, uh-huh
Blunt in my hand, I'm goin' a hunnid, she nervous, swervin', uh-huh
Bitch, I'm havin' baggage I fuck up my baguettes I have it, I'm savage
This chop fully matted, Do-do-do and you dead
You know I'm talkin' so much shit right now
I got bad bitches out by the Pole
Yeah, bitch blowin' up my phone right now
She said she wouldn't do it but the lil' bih' fold
Walkin' around, got no clothes right now
Poppin' out with the gang, yeah, we lit
Designer on me, got expensive fits
Even when I sleep, I put on Rick
I see that tag, boy, that shit ain't real
I done seen you so much, now I stay up in the hills
I done seen you so much, if you were with me, you wouldn't be here
I done seen you so much, it'd make a grown man cry
I done seen you so much, I done seen you so much (I did!)
Seen you so much, about your feelings, girl, I don't give a fuck
Remember them days when I ain't have a buck
Now me and my niggas thumbin' through the funds
Niggas don't know what it is
Bitches flockin', they know I'm the shit
She be talkin' at me bout her problems and I just ignore it
Because she a switch, in a minute
She fuckin' with Tré, she know he the wave
Cause he gettin' paid, nigga, uh-huh
She want me to slay, I cannot relate
Pass her like a relay, nigga, uh-huh
I just need some weed inside my backwood leaf
I don't need payment on the first or fifteenth
We like Shaq and Kobe on this motherfuckin' beat
Ain't no nigga on my level, we don't compete, yeah
This bitch gon' sit here and lie on my word (Woo!)
I kick the bitch out, she said I got problems with syrup (Woo!)
I take percocets inside cause I hurt
If it's a bad bitch involved I fuck off of percs (Yeah, uh-huh)
She fuckin' with Ko, she knowin' for certain she gon' get Birkin's, uh-huh
Blunt in my hand, I'm goin' a hunnid, she nervous, swervin', uh-huh
Bitch, I'm havin' baggage I fuck up my baguettes I have it, I'm savage
This chop fully matted, Do-do-do and you dead
Hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey hey hey!
This bitch gon' sit here and lie on my word (Woo!)
I kick the bitch out, she said I got problems with syrup (Woo!)
I take percocets inside cause I hurt
If it's a bad bitch involved I fuck off of percs (Yeah, uh-huh)
She fuckin' with Ko, she knowin' for certain she gon' get Birkin's, uh-huh
Blunt in my hand, I'm goin' a hunnid, she nervous, swervin', uh-huh
Bitch, I'm havin' baggage I fuck up my baguettes I have it, I'm savage
This chop fully matted, Do-do-do and you dead
You know I'm talkin' so much shit right now
I got bad bitches out by the Pole
Yeah, bitch blowin' up my phone right now
She said she wouldn't do it but the lil' bih' fold
Walkin' around, got no clothes right now
Poppin' out with the gang, yeah, we lit
Designer on me, got expensive fits
Even when I sleep, I put on Rick
I see that tag, boy, that shit ain't real
I done seen you so much, now I stay up in the hills
I done seen you so much, if you were with me, you wouldn't be here
I done seen you so much, it'd make a grown man cry
I done seen you so much, I done seen you so much (I did!)
Seen you so much, about your feelings, girl, I don't give a fuck
Remember them days when I ain't have a buck
Now me and my niggas thumbin' through the funds
Niggas don't know what it is
Bitches flockin', they know I'm the shit
She be talkin' at me bout her problems and I just ignore it
Because she a switch, in a minute
She fuckin' with Tré, she know he the wave
Cause he gettin' paid, nigga, uh-huh
She want me to slay, I cannot relate
Pass her like a relay, nigga, uh-huh
I just need some weed inside my backwood leaf
I don't need payment on the first or fifteenth
We like Shaq and Kobe on this motherfuckin' beat
Ain't no nigga on my level, we don't compete, yeah
This bitch gon' sit here and lie on my word (Woo!)
I kick the bitch out, she said I got problems with syrup (Woo!)
I take percocets inside cause I hurt
If it's a bad bitch involved I fuck off of percs (Yeah, uh-huh)
She fuckin' with Ko, she knowin' for certain she gon' get Birkin's, uh-huh
Blunt in my hand, I'm goin' a hunnid, she nervous, swervin', uh-huh
Bitch, I'm havin' baggage I fuck up my baguettes I have it, I'm savage
This chop fully matted, Do-do-do and you dead
Hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Credits
Writer(s): Tracy Fontes Jr., Tyreek Pellerin
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