Nerves
Theres no nerves its no nerves
When im offa the great herb
Yea smoking, roll up
Nigga pull up dont disturb
Its okay
Do whatchu neva heard of
I got heat but neva say a word
Niggas neva learn
Yeah
She said oh no
She can't send no risky texts so we do phone calls
She cant trust nobody else after that last thug
Shawty learn from yo mistakes get another
I can't hold no nigga place thats way too comical
Im outta love
Still in the box
So gone
High as a drone
I needa restock
Hit the plug, Global
Gang is finna go up
You already know
Ain't no balloons but nigga we pending to
Quick rise show me the top
Ok
She telling me $enti yo locs growin
She excited yell woo aint no Pop Smoke
She don't care bout no clout or my guap growth
Stick by my slime cause the times cold
He still stick by my side if the grass mowed yuh
Come over here with yo bag
And im saving my 15% like it's GEICO yuh
Shawty juss wanna pop tags she was tired a saks
Now the Louis' on her clothes but
It do not matter cause end a the night
Imma lay her down and take them damn clothes off
Monnwalk with the clique and we tool'd up
(Too too)
Red dot we aint doin no Judo
Count up bags
Slide down on yo chick we puto
Translate dat
Niggas sweet yea i call em churro
Leave em frantic
Glow up now she tryn' get too close
Dont deserve me
Couple years ago i would shoot my shot
Now tables turning
Lighting up a blunt right after im through with this verse
Niggas cant get under my skin nah you stay at the epidermis
Toes in the sand once again calming nerves
When im offa the great herb
Yea smoking, roll up
Nigga pull up dont disturb
Its okay
Do whatchu neva heard of
I got heat but neva say a word
Niggas neva learn
Yeah
She said oh no
She can't send no risky texts so we do phone calls
She cant trust nobody else after that last thug
Shawty learn from yo mistakes get another
I can't hold no nigga place thats way too comical
Im outta love
Still in the box
So gone
High as a drone
I needa restock
Hit the plug, Global
Gang is finna go up
You already know
Ain't no balloons but nigga we pending to
Quick rise show me the top
Ok
She telling me $enti yo locs growin
She excited yell woo aint no Pop Smoke
She don't care bout no clout or my guap growth
Stick by my slime cause the times cold
He still stick by my side if the grass mowed yuh
Come over here with yo bag
And im saving my 15% like it's GEICO yuh
Shawty juss wanna pop tags she was tired a saks
Now the Louis' on her clothes but
It do not matter cause end a the night
Imma lay her down and take them damn clothes off
Monnwalk with the clique and we tool'd up
(Too too)
Red dot we aint doin no Judo
Count up bags
Slide down on yo chick we puto
Translate dat
Niggas sweet yea i call em churro
Leave em frantic
Glow up now she tryn' get too close
Dont deserve me
Couple years ago i would shoot my shot
Now tables turning
Lighting up a blunt right after im through with this verse
Niggas cant get under my skin nah you stay at the epidermis
Toes in the sand once again calming nerves
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Writer(s): Sentwali Coore
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