say cheese
Aye, yeah, say I couldn't stay up out the trap, nigga, if they paid me
Yeah, bitch, say I couldn't stay up out that trap, nigga, if they paid me
Aye, huh, nigga, no I can't even stay up out that trap, nigga, cause they pay me
Yeah, man if I ain't in that trap, then I'm wonderin' when the fuck is you gon' pay me
Blick gon' flash quick, catch you off guard lil nigga like say cheese
Never slow, movin' with that flow, that's how my pace be
Just want that head then gotta go just like a Bape tee
And all this shit I got, it's on the floor like how them skates be
Told that bih she gotta go, I caught her tryna take weed
That's like the brokest shit to me, I fuckin' hate fiends
Harder than a fuckin' scone and onto like my eighth ring
If I was crazy, grab the ski and swipe the bank clean
Know these niggas they be fugazi, I'm too turnt make the hoes hit the macarena
Never gon' swipe no hoe right off no street, if so, she can get some training
Man, these niggas ain't heard no shit round here like me, still fuck that record label
Stay on that street like where you be, I hope I catch you later
Really tho' fuck that shit been wantin' that paper, bad lil bitch know that's my baby
Can't give these hoes no love but she done fucked round made me say it
Really like fuck that shit I must be crazy, other times, I feel amazing
I pray to God I don't give out my heart for her to break it
Blick gon' flash quick, catch you off guard lil nigga like say cheese
Never slow, movin' with that flow, that's how my pace be
Just want that head then gotta go just like a Bape tee
And all this shit I got, it's on the floor like how them skates be
Told that bih she gotta go, I caught her tryna take weed
That's like the brokest shit to me, I fuckin' hate fiends
Harder than a fuckin' scone and onto like my eighth ring
If I was crazy, grab the ski and swipe the bank clean
All these niggas gon' talk, end of the day, my money up
And I just smoke that weed right now, might start that double cup
Ass fat, clap it baby, like a huddle up
Do that dash and I don't crash, man, that's some I never done
The way she say my name, all that expression, know I'm the one
Lick that shit like dressing, when I taste her on my tongue
Boss bitch and she ain't messy, that's the typa shit I want
Talkin' crazy through them messages, the type of shit you don't do
Like anywhere I try to go, she say I'm goin' too
I could never hide my love, know you see how it be showin' through
And I always been the type to sit and hold a grudge
Send a nigga to that cell to show him what the fuck he don't do
Aye, gettin' money, havin' bitches, shit I'm prone to
But I been gettin' tired of these bitches, I won't hold you
Life hard, hit you like a car, what you gon' do
It'll test your heart regardless what the fuck you goin' thru
But that blick gon' flash quick, catch you off guard lil nigga like say cheese
Never slow, movin' with that flow, that's how my pace be
Just want that head then gotta go just like a Bape tee
And all this shit I got, it's on the floor like how them skates be
Told that bih she gotta go, I caught her tryna take weed
That's like the brokest shit to me, I fuckin' hate fiends
Harder than a fuckin' scone and onto like my eighth ring
If I was crazy, grab the ski and swipe the bank clean
Yeah, bitch, say I couldn't stay up out that trap, nigga, if they paid me
Aye, huh, nigga, no I can't even stay up out that trap, nigga, cause they pay me
Yeah, man if I ain't in that trap, then I'm wonderin' when the fuck is you gon' pay me
Blick gon' flash quick, catch you off guard lil nigga like say cheese
Never slow, movin' with that flow, that's how my pace be
Just want that head then gotta go just like a Bape tee
And all this shit I got, it's on the floor like how them skates be
Told that bih she gotta go, I caught her tryna take weed
That's like the brokest shit to me, I fuckin' hate fiends
Harder than a fuckin' scone and onto like my eighth ring
If I was crazy, grab the ski and swipe the bank clean
Know these niggas they be fugazi, I'm too turnt make the hoes hit the macarena
Never gon' swipe no hoe right off no street, if so, she can get some training
Man, these niggas ain't heard no shit round here like me, still fuck that record label
Stay on that street like where you be, I hope I catch you later
Really tho' fuck that shit been wantin' that paper, bad lil bitch know that's my baby
Can't give these hoes no love but she done fucked round made me say it
Really like fuck that shit I must be crazy, other times, I feel amazing
I pray to God I don't give out my heart for her to break it
Blick gon' flash quick, catch you off guard lil nigga like say cheese
Never slow, movin' with that flow, that's how my pace be
Just want that head then gotta go just like a Bape tee
And all this shit I got, it's on the floor like how them skates be
Told that bih she gotta go, I caught her tryna take weed
That's like the brokest shit to me, I fuckin' hate fiends
Harder than a fuckin' scone and onto like my eighth ring
If I was crazy, grab the ski and swipe the bank clean
All these niggas gon' talk, end of the day, my money up
And I just smoke that weed right now, might start that double cup
Ass fat, clap it baby, like a huddle up
Do that dash and I don't crash, man, that's some I never done
The way she say my name, all that expression, know I'm the one
Lick that shit like dressing, when I taste her on my tongue
Boss bitch and she ain't messy, that's the typa shit I want
Talkin' crazy through them messages, the type of shit you don't do
Like anywhere I try to go, she say I'm goin' too
I could never hide my love, know you see how it be showin' through
And I always been the type to sit and hold a grudge
Send a nigga to that cell to show him what the fuck he don't do
Aye, gettin' money, havin' bitches, shit I'm prone to
But I been gettin' tired of these bitches, I won't hold you
Life hard, hit you like a car, what you gon' do
It'll test your heart regardless what the fuck you goin' thru
But that blick gon' flash quick, catch you off guard lil nigga like say cheese
Never slow, movin' with that flow, that's how my pace be
Just want that head then gotta go just like a Bape tee
And all this shit I got, it's on the floor like how them skates be
Told that bih she gotta go, I caught her tryna take weed
That's like the brokest shit to me, I fuckin' hate fiends
Harder than a fuckin' scone and onto like my eighth ring
If I was crazy, grab the ski and swipe the bank clean
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Writer(s): Kae Kasino
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