Footwork (feat. Heart Eye)

I guess I'm cold you blow my phone I'm in zone I don't need stress
Watch your tone my wrist so cold I left the store with VVS
Diamonds stupid yeah they flew in from a hole in Budapest
I aint sober two hoes over now my room a fuckin mess

I'm tryna catch my flow
You need to pay what's owed
I was with your bitch
That aint even my hoe
Now we rollin up
Drink so much I swear to god I fuck my colon up
And bro just copped that robitussin you know he gon pour it up

I had to go and re-up that bitch from the plug
New bitches on me but they aint showing love
I just went to the stu I aint showing up
I just I just
I just want some liquor when I'm in the club
She wanna get me too drunk
42 cost like two sum
She wanna link to do sum
She fuckin me like she tryna prove some
Hundreds in my pocket gon blue some
If you got then shoot sum
Talking all hot you wont do nun
I been in AZ in Tucson

Hold up

Hearteye live the finest
Eyes brightest
Wanna come inside on your eye lids
I know you like it
I may go and let her ride it
But she got mileage
riding autopilot

I guess I'm cold you blow my phone I'm in zone I don't need stress
Watch your tone my wrist so cold I left the store with VVS
Diamonds stupid yeah they flew in from a hole in Budapest
I aint sober two hoes over now my room a fuckin mess



Credits
Writer(s): Nuvjeet Gill, Jax Brooks
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