i got u (feat. SitoJay)
I feel their eyes, but I can not hide, they see me in my dreams
I can not rest. Said I was fine, but I lied through my teeth
I'm paranoid, their wicked glare reminds me I'm a freak
Scratch at my skin to check for cameras in my insides where I bleed
Can't get a break, we break up, make up and then we fuck. Damn, I fucked up your make up
Boy put your drake up, fake up, yeah we know you fake uppin' the stick, you won't lay up
2.2 onna Balenci' jean hoodie, lil pussy, you bet' get your cake up
Shoota like Steph, know he greening, big 30 round, up it like fuck throw a trey up
Thought I was wrong, no I get it
Thought we was done, no I get it
Thought I was gone, no I get it, I get it
Been fuckin' with her since a jit, but the way she been movin' I might go and dead it
Way you borrow swag fuck up ya mama's credit, like don't jack my swag, go find your own and get it
Got 50 rounds for 50 clowns, I could spin town with this shit
Might just go fuck around with these fuckin' rounds, but don't think 'bout fuckin' around w my clique
Match the double G-eezy Weezy baggy with the Versace on the bifocales
Feel like I'll faint you roll another blunt, but pull it out I might smoke it
If you got me, then I got you
Got this lil vibe, she like 5'2"
Got this red dot, if I spot you
Tryna swim round, up in my pool
Remember days I used to care whether you or you liked what I dropped oo
Now I'm getting bread and livid livin', I don't give a fuck, I don't got to
Shawty got body, but she don't inspire me
Day in the life, I just stopped myself from walking into Bottega and spending a couple thousand on a white tee
My Mom and I know best, ain't nobody round got the swag like me
My Dad and I know best, ain't nobody round got the swag like me
I feel their eyes, but I can not see they dreams
I can not rest. Said I was fine, but I lied through my teeth
I'm paranoid, their wicked glare reminds me I'm a freak
Scratch at my skin to check for cameras in my insides where I bleed
Can't get a break, we break up, make up and then we fuck. Damn, I fucked up your make up
Boy put your drake up, fake up, yeah we know you fake uppin' the stick, you wont lay up
2.2 onna Balenci' jean hoodie, lil pussy, you bet' get your cake up
Shoota like Steph, know he greening, big 30 round up it, like fuck throw a trey up
I got the corps with me
We move like we goddamn military-ary, please
I got the squad with me
Hater, may you rest in dirt and fucking dirty shit
We got the bomb, we got the loud, we got a motive
We got some niggas who don't even wanna be noticed, we got the POTUS
Duck, Duck, Duck, Goose
Who getting tagged and who gotta shoot? Huh
Body, Body, Body, Bag
Who getting found and who got the boot?
It's been so dangerous
Ask me when I'm in the motherfucking-ucking room
"Did we bring the gang with us?"
We don't leave no one behind, we come and fucking loot
We got the strangers, we is the dangers, we damn near some rangers
I been tryna steal the spot, Huh
Be safe like Topanga
Tryna make it to the top, Bruh
We up, Himalayas
If you tryna pay a lot, Yuh
We come and we play then
I bust off a head knot
I bust at her head top
She fucking with red bottoms on
Ain't tryna wedlock
I'm just tryna wet mop
I'm tryna leave early baby
Everybody got birdy lately
So I gotta go fly away
Everybody tryin' die today
Stay inside and get fried today
I could fuck with your mind today
But then really baby, I've been going so crazy lately, I been going insane
Real shit, back to real shit
What? You don't think I could feel shit?
Put this steel to your head while I steal this
Whole lotta blubber, girl you lying like a seal bitch
Whole lotta butter in my pockets like I'm big rich
Brodie, look, I don't talk about the bidness
Get Meek Mill 'cause he saying he a big fish and we stay grilling up fish on the grill bit, woo
I can not rest. Said I was fine, but I lied through my teeth
I'm paranoid, their wicked glare reminds me I'm a freak
Scratch at my skin to check for cameras in my insides where I bleed
Can't get a break, we break up, make up and then we fuck. Damn, I fucked up your make up
Boy put your drake up, fake up, yeah we know you fake uppin' the stick, you won't lay up
2.2 onna Balenci' jean hoodie, lil pussy, you bet' get your cake up
Shoota like Steph, know he greening, big 30 round, up it like fuck throw a trey up
Thought I was wrong, no I get it
Thought we was done, no I get it
Thought I was gone, no I get it, I get it
Been fuckin' with her since a jit, but the way she been movin' I might go and dead it
Way you borrow swag fuck up ya mama's credit, like don't jack my swag, go find your own and get it
Got 50 rounds for 50 clowns, I could spin town with this shit
Might just go fuck around with these fuckin' rounds, but don't think 'bout fuckin' around w my clique
Match the double G-eezy Weezy baggy with the Versace on the bifocales
Feel like I'll faint you roll another blunt, but pull it out I might smoke it
If you got me, then I got you
Got this lil vibe, she like 5'2"
Got this red dot, if I spot you
Tryna swim round, up in my pool
Remember days I used to care whether you or you liked what I dropped oo
Now I'm getting bread and livid livin', I don't give a fuck, I don't got to
Shawty got body, but she don't inspire me
Day in the life, I just stopped myself from walking into Bottega and spending a couple thousand on a white tee
My Mom and I know best, ain't nobody round got the swag like me
My Dad and I know best, ain't nobody round got the swag like me
I feel their eyes, but I can not see they dreams
I can not rest. Said I was fine, but I lied through my teeth
I'm paranoid, their wicked glare reminds me I'm a freak
Scratch at my skin to check for cameras in my insides where I bleed
Can't get a break, we break up, make up and then we fuck. Damn, I fucked up your make up
Boy put your drake up, fake up, yeah we know you fake uppin' the stick, you wont lay up
2.2 onna Balenci' jean hoodie, lil pussy, you bet' get your cake up
Shoota like Steph, know he greening, big 30 round up it, like fuck throw a trey up
I got the corps with me
We move like we goddamn military-ary, please
I got the squad with me
Hater, may you rest in dirt and fucking dirty shit
We got the bomb, we got the loud, we got a motive
We got some niggas who don't even wanna be noticed, we got the POTUS
Duck, Duck, Duck, Goose
Who getting tagged and who gotta shoot? Huh
Body, Body, Body, Bag
Who getting found and who got the boot?
It's been so dangerous
Ask me when I'm in the motherfucking-ucking room
"Did we bring the gang with us?"
We don't leave no one behind, we come and fucking loot
We got the strangers, we is the dangers, we damn near some rangers
I been tryna steal the spot, Huh
Be safe like Topanga
Tryna make it to the top, Bruh
We up, Himalayas
If you tryna pay a lot, Yuh
We come and we play then
I bust off a head knot
I bust at her head top
She fucking with red bottoms on
Ain't tryna wedlock
I'm just tryna wet mop
I'm tryna leave early baby
Everybody got birdy lately
So I gotta go fly away
Everybody tryin' die today
Stay inside and get fried today
I could fuck with your mind today
But then really baby, I've been going so crazy lately, I been going insane
Real shit, back to real shit
What? You don't think I could feel shit?
Put this steel to your head while I steal this
Whole lotta blubber, girl you lying like a seal bitch
Whole lotta butter in my pockets like I'm big rich
Brodie, look, I don't talk about the bidness
Get Meek Mill 'cause he saying he a big fish and we stay grilling up fish on the grill bit, woo
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Writer(s): Jabez Munoz-pujols, Ricardo Zapata
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