by the evening

I'm sipping Wockeisha, this isn't tequila
She tatted my name, she a keeper
She a bad bitch, think that I need her
I'm in Saks Fifth, don't go to Neiman's
I was sober this morning, didn't think that I need it
I'm gonna be geeked by the evening
She a 10 she so conceited
Think you the bitch I been dreaming of
I see your face in my dreams, it's starting to seem like you waking the demon up
I ain't been drinking no lean and popping no beans, I think that I need me some
Throwing up money like I got bulimia
I been thinking bout what you ain't see in us
If we walk in the party got heat with us
I don't think niggas really want beef with us

Brodie walked in the a .44
I dare you to run up, lil nigga I won't go
She get off that Casamigos and she doing to most
Fucked up my head, I been losing my hope
I ain't doing no xans, I was moving too slow
I bet that you won't catch me lacking, I move with a pole
Slimy young nigga I came from the north
I pop me some pills then I jumped off the porch
2025 finna go on tour
I'm on they neck, can't show no remorse
No strings attached, play that bitch like a chord
Walk down champ, tryna get an award
Baby it seem like we been here before
It used to feel like home but it isn't no more

I'm sipping Wockeisha, this isn't tequila
She tatted my name, she a keeper
She a bad bitch, think that I need her
I'm in Saks Fifth, don't go to Neiman's
I was sober this morning, didn't think that I need it
I'm gonna be geeked by the evening
She a 10 she so conceited
Think you the bitch I been dreaming of
I see your face in my dreams, it's starting to seem like you waking the demon up
I ain't been drinking no lean and popping no beans, I think that I need me some
Throwing up money like I got bulimia
I been thinking bout what you ain't see in us
If we walk in the party got heat with us
I don't think niggas really want beef with us



Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Forbes
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