Sirens
If im on the job
Then thats top dollar
Skinny jeans on me knees
Thats a top shotta
Know that baby body bubble
Like hot lava
That shit be spinning in the air
Like a Hella, Look
You already know what
Type a time he on
Bitch I said im shining
I aint gtta put my diamonds on
Yea that pussy kinda wet
Shit come like a storm
Niccaz know we shake the spot
And turn them sirens on
I send that bitch in the bank
She coming out wit checcs
My bro Bwav got the stimmy
Put it on his necc
Thats why we just took these bitches
Put them on they chest
Peeped this bitch at the bar
Looking all depressed
Man the way i send these shots
I should send a vest
The way i took the time out
Like i saw a ref
They really left me in the cold
Bitch i saw my breath
Now my shit jumping right
Thats a hop step
Fake it till you make it
Niccas acting like they been here
Bitch im from New York
Imma step in with my Timbs here
Baby said im smiling
How you always got that grin yea
Cuzz im always plotting
And im feeling like the Grinch yea
4, 5, 6 i just took ya bread
Baby tryna make me hit
I just took the head
Matter fact ill take
That debit card INSTEAD
Grab the weed
We be burning like incense
When you Big Dog
Lil dogs walkin in step
I aint gtta say it
When my actions show it
But you aint listening
Like you swimming in that alcohol
Ion talk about it
Girl its done already
If ya pussy ready
Imma twirl in it like spaghetti
Imma get it in ya core like Magetti
Watch me slice the tracc up
No machete
Wit a chicc in the spot
Lil top showing belly
Now its getting hot in here
Im feeling like im Nelly
Boutta pull a Cassidy
And slide her to the telly
Know the only way she
Gon make me nut is if its jelly
One round then Its rising
From the dead Macakaveli
Talkin hoes, i just bagged
Like Fivii those at the deli
I could take ya pain away
Thats only if you let me
Know i aint a succa nicca
Wont be if you let me
You dont got bread baby girl
Ill settle for a chevy
If im on the job
Then thats top dollar
Skinny jeans on me knees
Thats a top shotta
Know that baby body bubble
Like hot lava
That shit be spinning in the air
Like a Hella, Look
You already know what
Type a time he on
Bitch I said im shining
I aint gtta put my diamonds on
Yea that pussy kinda wet
Shit come like a storm
Niccaz know we shake the spot
And turn them sirens on
Then thats top dollar
Skinny jeans on me knees
Thats a top shotta
Know that baby body bubble
Like hot lava
That shit be spinning in the air
Like a Hella, Look
You already know what
Type a time he on
Bitch I said im shining
I aint gtta put my diamonds on
Yea that pussy kinda wet
Shit come like a storm
Niccaz know we shake the spot
And turn them sirens on
I send that bitch in the bank
She coming out wit checcs
My bro Bwav got the stimmy
Put it on his necc
Thats why we just took these bitches
Put them on they chest
Peeped this bitch at the bar
Looking all depressed
Man the way i send these shots
I should send a vest
The way i took the time out
Like i saw a ref
They really left me in the cold
Bitch i saw my breath
Now my shit jumping right
Thats a hop step
Fake it till you make it
Niccas acting like they been here
Bitch im from New York
Imma step in with my Timbs here
Baby said im smiling
How you always got that grin yea
Cuzz im always plotting
And im feeling like the Grinch yea
4, 5, 6 i just took ya bread
Baby tryna make me hit
I just took the head
Matter fact ill take
That debit card INSTEAD
Grab the weed
We be burning like incense
When you Big Dog
Lil dogs walkin in step
I aint gtta say it
When my actions show it
But you aint listening
Like you swimming in that alcohol
Ion talk about it
Girl its done already
If ya pussy ready
Imma twirl in it like spaghetti
Imma get it in ya core like Magetti
Watch me slice the tracc up
No machete
Wit a chicc in the spot
Lil top showing belly
Now its getting hot in here
Im feeling like im Nelly
Boutta pull a Cassidy
And slide her to the telly
Know the only way she
Gon make me nut is if its jelly
One round then Its rising
From the dead Macakaveli
Talkin hoes, i just bagged
Like Fivii those at the deli
I could take ya pain away
Thats only if you let me
Know i aint a succa nicca
Wont be if you let me
You dont got bread baby girl
Ill settle for a chevy
If im on the job
Then thats top dollar
Skinny jeans on me knees
Thats a top shotta
Know that baby body bubble
Like hot lava
That shit be spinning in the air
Like a Hella, Look
You already know what
Type a time he on
Bitch I said im shining
I aint gtta put my diamonds on
Yea that pussy kinda wet
Shit come like a storm
Niccaz know we shake the spot
And turn them sirens on
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Writer(s): Michael Fraser Jr
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