Oakwood
Bad lil' shorty, she don't show no love
Take her back to the 'telly
Get that bitch fucked
Oh my God, Jay's moving up
And your touch is like a drug
I'm an addict, I can't get enough
Walk in with my blicky tucked
Pulled up to the function, had to smoke a fucking blunt
Niggas always talking like they fucking know me, yuh
Put banana on the clip and destroy shit yuh, damn
I said, man I'm really out here doing everything I can
I said, bitch I'm finna put on
Do it all for the fam
Hit them, yuh yuh
Diamonds on me, bitch, they tough
In the club and she whispered that she liked it rough
Who am I to pass her up
Bitch, I ain't no scrub
Married to my bitch already and I hit it once
You wouldn't know what being a real nigga was
I said, bitch, are you down for it
How many times I got to tell you I'm down for it
Quit making problems or you not going to be around for it
And I'm shopping like hit lotto
I got fashion, got styles to pick
In the coupe, we got miles to whip
New fucking dynamic, too wild to fix
I put them in a row, put them in a row
Let that chopper split, let them bullets go, yuh
Don't even talk to me, you don't know what I know
Load the magazine, read it like it's Vogue
Leaking through my shirt, damn heart too cold
Talking to you hurt, damn I got to go
Take her back to the 'telly
Get that bitch fucked
Oh my God, Jay's moving up
And your touch is like a drug
I'm an addict, I can't get enough
Walk in with my blicky tucked
Pulled up to the function, had to smoke a fucking blunt
Niggas always talking like they fucking know me, yuh
Put banana on the clip and destroy shit yuh, damn
I said, man I'm really out here doing everything I can
I said, bitch I'm finna put on
Do it all for the fam
Hit them, yuh yuh
Diamonds on me, bitch, they tough
In the club and she whispered that she liked it rough
Who am I to pass her up
Bitch, I ain't no scrub
Married to my bitch already and I hit it once
You wouldn't know what being a real nigga was
I said, bitch, are you down for it
How many times I got to tell you I'm down for it
Quit making problems or you not going to be around for it
And I'm shopping like hit lotto
I got fashion, got styles to pick
In the coupe, we got miles to whip
New fucking dynamic, too wild to fix
I put them in a row, put them in a row
Let that chopper split, let them bullets go, yuh
Don't even talk to me, you don't know what I know
Load the magazine, read it like it's Vogue
Leaking through my shirt, damn heart too cold
Talking to you hurt, damn I got to go
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Writer(s): Jaden Matol
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